Tags
2018, 6*, acquamarine, airport, bardo, beach, buoy, Carol, clouds, cold, electric, engine, glasses, grey, hands, holiday, horizon, Lanzarote, love, Morecambe, morning, pink, planes, sea, sky, sound, streets, sunset, time, volcano, walking, waves, white
we walked by the airport with tinted glasses
flights coming in going out while the
sun set behind; without tripping
the waves lapped and swashed as they do
but broke electric white and fetched
electric aquamarine all along under
the gauzy pink and far horizon
while jet engines cracked their power and
streets of new villas hung like morning belts
of cloud before the still-dormant volcanoes;
finding noway round an air port
we about-turned to vainly chase the sun
down; the sea, now, met the sky
in bardos of grey and buoy, the belts
of cloud had turned electic, the planes
taxi’d twice their size before take off and
we held cold hands through it all
like first we did in Morecambe decades ago
see also: the Last Day of Morecambe Illuminations for the prenouement
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
beach & sea wormhole: Khandro Tsering Chodron
Carol wormhole: `whappn’d!
clouds & glasses & hands & love & morning & time & waves wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
grey & sky wormhole: THE DESOLATE FIELD by William Carlos Williams
holiday & white wormhole: I don’t need to go out / onto the balcony to see behind me / to know what’s going on
horizon wormhole: mauve
pink wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – old George
sound & streets wormhole: A Solitude by Denise Levertov
sunset wormhole: that
walking wormhole: PASTORAL by William Carlos Williams