Theme: Tragedy

Fear of Flying

It was a clear, cold day, the sun was a sad
decoration, vanity at its worst.

The sky was like after-shave lotion with
a tinge of blue which stung a shaved face
with frosty bitterness.

I saw Amelia Earhart´s aircraft disappear
in the distance, only a doleful echo told me
of a tragedy about to happen…

On a lost atoll, a bottle of aftershave balm
glints in the sun, perhaps belonging to her
navigator, as does a diamond earring that
shines pitifully on the clarity of gilded sand.

Look up on a still, pale day and you will see
her little airplane forever disappearing into
a hazy past of remembered dreams.    


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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