They came in illustrated boxes
plastic pieces
attached to plastic sprues.
Impatient boys
snapped off sections
of fuselage
wings
tail planes
forgotten pilots
slotted in somehow
afterthoughts
canopied with too much glue.
Colour makes things real
Khaki drab
Quaker grey
Duck-egg blue.
Dogfights
cotton-hung
from bedroom ceilings
Hurricane
Messerschmitt
Yakevlov-Yak.
Dreams of flying
aces high
bandits at four o’clock
banking in
finger on the button
juddering in short bursts
sun glinted
a tilt of wings
and gone.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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