Is it the weekend again? It's not Friday here in Australia anymore, but in thinking about poetry to share I suddenly thought of a scene in one of my favourite movies L.A. Story starring Steve Martin. In one attempt to try and win over his would-be love interest played by Victoria Tennant, he starts to recite the following poem:
O pointy birds
O pointy pointy,
Anoint my head
Anointy nointy.
It's Steve Martin, so of course it's silly. I'm going a bit silly myself thinking about packing for a trip to Perth on Sunday. It's just visiting some family and friends so nothing too exotic. But it is the first flight for and with my two-year-old son. I've been telling him all week that we'll be going on a plane -- we'll see if that excitement translates into a fairly uneventful flight. It's not a twenty-something hour journey overseas so we'll survive anyhow. In anticipation, I started to jot down some first draft poetry-like goodness around flying. I'll probably get more inspiration in transit, but for now this is what I've come up with.
In Flight
I wonder how we stay afloat.
Is a plane like a boat?
Or maybe it was a catapult
that sent us up so high.
Are we moving?
Are we not?
I can only feel little bumps
and hops.
The captain says soon we'll stop
I wonder how that'll be.
I guess for now we're in
the sky,
like a buzzard flying
high.
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This week's Poetry Friday host is Sylvia over at Poetry for Children! See everyone next week.
