A singular roar;
the horizon bends as stars
decorate the void.
~
Deep in the back of my seat,
I force my bellows open slowly,
and hold back as I breathe out.
~
Drawn back, I follow
a sickening ellipse – thrust
gone, new orbit lost.
Poems written by Nicholas Rowe, from the small island of Guernsey in the Atlantic Ocean.
A singular roar;
the horizon bends as stars
decorate the void.
~
Deep in the back of my seat,
I force my bellows open slowly,
and hold back as I breathe out.
~
Drawn back, I follow
a sickening ellipse – thrust
gone, new orbit lost.