Take off

Taking off for London and this little diddy poped into my head

Ripples in the green grass

mixes the spiny towers together,

Everything bends and bows to the

forse of synthetic gale.

Whining

Whirring

Blurring 

The white dots bend their heads

Even the static posts

Wiggle and dance in response

Nothing can escape

as we leave the earth anew    

Reviews

[The Mutterer]

I real enjoyed reading this, I like the lay out of the 'whining, whiring, blurring.' I also liked the last stanza, very good :)

[Clockwork]

I like the way you describe what the jet engines do in the first stanza. The part about them creating a "synthetic gale" was a nice touch. Also, those first three lines in the second stanza were well done. The way you used alliteration, assonance, and short lines to describe take off was great. Although, I have to say that the final couplet is my favorite. Overall, it has a real sense of journey and adventure. Enjoy your flight!

[Fabiana]

Thanks doll!