Airliner In Storm Is Not Doing Well

Airliner in the storm is not doing well Pilot is having difficulty keeping it in the air Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell Stewardess do not tip us off, issuing us all kinds of care Each one squelching their own internal light for our sake My eyes are fixated on the dark clouds that appear with a glare 747 gives a quiver, a drop, and at last a shiver and shake. Sky marshal holds onto the seat until his knuckles are white There is a loud boom that sounds like an earthquake. I wonder if we will make it safely or be a plane crash sight. Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps I swear I see a halo around an old lady’s head and it is bright. Suddenly there is a clap, no a series of loud angry claps. In succession, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam. The plane begins a descent and we all hear familiar flaps. Thunder envelops us in series of freezing cold wraps Airliner in the storm is not doing well Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell Inklings Poetry Contest Sponsor: Regina McIntosh