Last Sunday saw the airshow at Cosford, sadly now the UK's only remaining RAF display. My first visit to Cosford was in 2008 with my parents, to wander the fantastic static displays amongst the Fairey Delta, TSR2, V-bombers and other denizens of flight. But on the 9th June 2019 I was there for the airshow, to witness the creaking WW2 planes, thrumming 'copters and hissing jets in the company of two old buddies.
Roars of sky scratches
Broken rainbow the horizon
Dappled clouds frame the drama above
Wings and engines throb and hum
Hot coffee and grass
Cosford with friends
The following is something a little more interesting - a verse I wrote in September 2018, in the village to which my partner and I are moving next year. Perhaps they convey something of the cool breakfast time outside in the fresh air, a little protection remaining from shadow against the rapidly approaching edge of the fierce Andalucian sun. And if you're interested, below that I've included the 'spare material' I decided not to include. Perhaps I'll use it properly in the future.
Daggers of Sun poke holes through frosty haze.
Sharp sheets of early light slice through fleeing shadows.
Coffee cup cooling, breathing on a cool terrace.
They arrive - trembling feline fluff.
Awaiting their breakfast.
Hard edges retreat.
Bird beaks vibrate the bare sky.
Garden wolf wails its warning.
Car horn declares melons.