On my drive to the airport to pick up our holiday guest the sky was bright blue, empty of clouds but full of white streaks from all of the people flying to home…or away from home. There was at least a dozen…and it was stunning to think that we live in a world where we are only a flight away from the people we love.
But also that flight isn’t a method of transport that everyone has access to…and that the environmental impact of flight is so huge.
Your poem was so beautiful and impactful. All of them. But especially that one.
It feels like you’ve been standing in our mountain village, surveying the naked trees, the icy roads, the cold breath of yet another short day. Evocative writing.
On my drive to the airport to pick up our holiday guest the sky was bright blue, empty of clouds but full of white streaks from all of the people flying to home…or away from home. There was at least a dozen…and it was stunning to think that we live in a world where we are only a flight away from the people we love.
But also that flight isn’t a method of transport that everyone has access to…and that the environmental impact of flight is so huge.
Your poem was so beautiful and impactful. All of them. But especially that one.
I imagine January as a boxer after reading that top poem. Very vivid imagery.
Thank you kindly 💕
It feels like you’ve been standing in our mountain village, surveying the naked trees, the icy roads, the cold breath of yet another short day. Evocative writing.