Last Flight

I wrote this poem dedicated to a pilot who plunged to her death during a hang gliding accident. Her fiance was watching and saw her plummet to her death...

Perched atop a summits peak

An eagle preparing for flight

She extends her wings of wood and fabric

A truly magnificent sight

 

She takes a plunge from high above

Soaring through the clouds

A radiant sight for but a moment

When sun turned to shadows

 

In horror I watched

As she struggled to grasp

Slowly, slipping, sliding

My heart stopped

 

The battle raged on

Gravity and wills

Through the terror I find my voice

Hang on! I love you!

 

But it’s too late

Not enough

 Soaring to plummet

The eagle falls

 

 

 

Author's Note

if you want the story on what this poem is about... http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/story/2012/05/05/bc-hang-glider-memorial.html

Reviews

[Poison Ivy]

simple, but chilling. :)
it actually made my heart drop at the end.
so straight forward, yet real enough to touch.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I like the concept and the subject. You use the word sight twice in the first two stanzas. It also seems a little confused as I doubt she had troube grasping or sliped and slid. Inevitably in such accidents momentum is lost and the vicvtin plummets from the sky.

[Junert]

Awww so sad

[pumpkin head]

love the last stanza

[Irene]

thank you :) that's my favourite stanza also.

[Vampyre of Fantasy]

Wow, this is really good. The way the poem flows is really cool, good job!!:)

[Irene]

thank you