“I think you’ve lost weight,”
Said Glitter to Gold,
Though she thought to herself,
“It’s just made you look old”.
“Why, thank you so much!”
Said the nugget to Glitter.
“I’ve been working out”.
She was clearly no quitter.
“Your sparkle is sparkling,
Now, brighter than ever”,
A quip that the Gold
Thought remarkably clever.
For Glitter had clearly
Been working out, too,
But Gold was too
Selfish to focus on you.
For even a cursory
Glance would have shown
That Glitter belonged now
On some crystal throne.
To Fairy Dust, Glitter
Had morphed while in bed
While Gold had transformed
Overnight into lead.
4 July 2017
A Cheshire Cat moon beams down from on high
And slowly sinks lower and lower in the sky;
His comforting smile rewarding my thoughts
While beset by machines with their ones and their noughts.
The blackest of seas swallows Cat and his smile
Like a red crescent whale diving deep for a while.
Pinpricks of light in an ebony veil
Disinterestedly shimmer, unchanging and pale.
Air hisses past like a rain-swollen stream,
While I seem suspended in a motionless dream.
Time passes by at a glacial pace.
The miles that we fly disappear without trace.
Bodiless voices speak on in my ears,
Silence again as the frequency clears.
A voice now beside me, my reverie breaks,
Suggesting a coffee to keep us awake.
The view from his window, no different to mine,
But does he perceive what I think is so fine?
The weather tonight is so clear and benign;
It’s not always like this when flying the Line!
11 July 2014