It was like a fallen phoenix
Fired with rust and memories,
The body was open to the rooks,
Its ribbed, bare chassis, opened arms,
Unsure whether to defend or
Or make love to the falling sky
The radiator, home to busy insects,
Tiny carnivores, stood in sentinel,
A figurehead before the rotten mast;
For where had once been pedals
Now gaped rusty sink holes,
Observers to the oily brew below
Sans wheels to show; wheels once
Rolled, on busy metalled roads,
Where policemen, eagle-eyed
Checked for wily gangsters, riding
On the leather seats inside: now
Rat food gone to ratty- hell, amid
The scrub and surrounds, tilted
Viking coffin, waiting for heat and
Cleansing, cracking-fire, opening
Doors to buckled, automotive rest
Categories:
metalled, allegory, loss, memory,
Form: Free verse
This chariot I ride,
made for war
Carries me far and wide
This beauty, never seen before
This machine
takes me to the fight
Strength to be seen,
rising to the light
This machine is part of me
In formation we gather
Metalled eagles that are free
This hot summers day
The sky so blue
Come what may
my life,on the line too
Men and machine
compete in the blue
Like the knights of old
fearless and bold
We compete,
not for blue ribbon
instead blue sky
and do......or die
My horse,
the mighty merlin
stays the course
My cannon shell
hitting the enemy,
giving him hell
This aerial dance,
parry and thrust
to win,you must
At altitude over France
This graceful machine
designed with vision
By a man on a mission
To be the best,
A fighter pilots quest
to reign supreme
For this chariot ,I will never tire
This beautiful machine
Made by supermarine
................the Spitfire
Categories:
metalled, inspirational, uplifting, me, blue,
Form: I do not know?