Saturday, October 15, 2016

Susan Hawthorne #288 night flying

she is flying over the city
past the square-edged
buildings lights abuzzing

she makes a sharp turn
over the hidden railways
which periscope up now
and then with breath holes

looking down she sees
crowds outside pubs
celebrating Friday night

she's following the motorway
with its queues of cars
beeping horns and flashes
of speed leaving light trails

finally she heads for
Hampstead Heath a dark
circle in the middle of light


  1. Ah Sue...I'm a sucker for omniscience. Lovely.

  2. Well, your dinosaur poem played a part in this. Don't ask me how, it just did.

  3. It's like a vivid dream of flying. Very nice :)


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