AngelsA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘We’re
floating up with the Angels,’ Said
the girl in the pale green dress, She’d
voiced the phrase in German For
the girl had hailed from Hesse, ‘I
never have dreamt of a night like this, We
soar like the gods of old,’ Then
they came and shut all the windows, For
the night was growing cold. There
wasn’t a shake or a shudder From
the platform in the sky, The
waters of the Atlantic streamed Below,
but they were dry, A
headwind slowed their progress And
a storm was coming on, The
flickers of distant lightning lit The
path that they flew along. The
following day, the coast appeared But
the rain set in the more, Rather
than land, the captain took them Over
the Jersey shore, The
weather was bad at Lakehurst, so They
whiled away the hours, Floating
up there above the clouds And
the steady springtime showers. They
finally dropped the mooring lines As
the crew stood by below, When
a sudden flash was seen up aft And
a roar began to grow, The
ship was lit like a candlestick As
the gas and the fabric scorched, While
a flame enveloped the girl in green And
lit her up like a torch. The
frame crashed down on the gondola And
all you could hear were cries, It
was almost as if the gods had screamed: ‘How
dare you enter our skies?’ They
say that St. Elmo’s Fire was seen By
the watchers, down on the ground, But
there wasn’t a trace of the girl in green When
the Hindenberg went down. David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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