Fractured voices;
Labyrinthine corridors;
Dizzying images:
A blaze of gaudy colours;
Consumerist paradise:
Bewildered herds of buyers;
Cattle like in their movement.
Confusing check in desks;
Constant surveillance...
And then packed like
Sardines in a tin
We fasten our seatbelts
And prepare for flight!
Impressive poem about a too small airport, as I noticed in this sentence: And then packed like Sardines in a tin. This poems reads gorgeously with a tinge of irony. I have enjoyed a very lot. Thank you for sharing. God´s Blessings.
Thanks once again Sylvia....arrived back in England yesterday after a fairly hectic flight from Dusseldorf. I don't travel that often and was quite literally gobsmacked by the whole experience. The airports were actually enormous...more like shopping malls...and then you get packed into a small plane...very claustrophobic...anyway at least I survived it! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A 10 Full Score for the fantastic poem.