Inspired by Maurice Riordan
Hear the engines revving
Like held-back hounds keen to go?
Four fire breathers, two to a wing,
And ahead we start to roll.
Commit. Abort. Commit. Abort.
There is only the one right choice.
Feel the cabin quiver as we tone down
And talk descends to one lone voice.
What's it like to move a mountain?
I'd like to ask the Captain that
But he's busy right now routing
Talk to the tower and pulling back
The throttle—or levering it ahead?
Evidently he's decided what we can
And cannot bear, and, steeply climbing,
Struts bayloading, we breathe out as we can
Maybe too early? —as our long drooped wings
Seem to battle something, and good fortune's lift
Acts a little dodgy. As when what a storm brings,
Dear, I watch you squeeze your emerald rosary.
Murked prayers seem answered! Mindless
Yap, mindful talk, resumes—the Fatalist
Tells an unfunny joke, an antsy queue forms
For the coveted toilet, the mind reels off
What could happen if some one thing goes wrong.
Is there a Jihadist aboard? An infant squeals.
Cabin lights blink. In minutes we are a feather.
In hours we slam down hard on twenty-two wheels.
Home.
A powerful and honesty description of the intricacies of flying and traveling in aeroplanes. Deep feelings expressed in apt lines. Focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing Paul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What could happen if some one thing goes wrong. Is there a Jihadist aboard? An infant squeals. Cabin lights blink. In minutes we are a feather. In hours we slam down hard on twenty-two wheels........ very interesting narrative poem..... your experiences, what you hear, what you feel, the fear of a jihdhist, terror, attack, i was also many a time in Heathrow. what you write all the travellors experience there and elsewhere. thank you for this descriptive great poem. use of words is extraordinary.. thank you. tony