Cantonese Plane Flying High

Cantonese Plane Flying High

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane

Circling and circling
the nose of the jet
Piercing the clouds
like a new ridge
or a birthstone

Urging and urging
the tip of its wings
all askew and
the birds in the
snow

Wait it
shouldn't
snow here
Never snows in 
summertime
Making snow angels
that draw lines from
one memory to the other

On the step
lays her bed
She went to
check her bills
Dreamt that
when she slept
that wind would
carry her to
a place that
never had her porcelain
but still, it had it all

Had her sheets
and her curtains
and the roses
tulips at the ends

In the corners
were her planes
flying high
Her wrists to ropes
But they broke
but they broke
but they broke

© 2021 Elizabeth Deane


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Elizabeth Deane
Elizabeth Deane

FL



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I'm an 18-year old girl in love with gothic narratives, romantic moods, obfuscation, and exercising way too much empty prose. :) more..

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