Poetry Blogs (missile)
Mika on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (57 minutes ago)
Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water
far below through a gap in the clouds.
Missiles hang under delta wings
ready for instant launch when an enemy
is spotted across the distant sky.
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess
and the power of a god, this is a thing of ...
Tuesday 13th December 2011 7:28 pm
CONTACT IS LOST
A dozen blips circle each other on a radar screen. All given a number and speed, some fade and wink out like some kid’s space invader game.
Now eight remain, all moving on the screen like fireflies in the night.
In the real world jet fighters claw each other from the sky to either live or to die.
As each plane flares in a missile blast the pilot dies ...
Friday 9th September 2011 11:09 pm