Darcy May

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 06 Jun 2014

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4 comments

My thoughts – entirely of her, every mile of the way;

leathers on, the wind in my hair – head down,

the throttle, open. Takes her powers of seduction,

which are truly unique, to entice me from my slumbers

at the ungodly hour of five a.m. A goal only she could achieve;

born in an age of refinement and grace. Coquettish and playful –

my long-time companion. Unpredictable, sometimes, but

dependable, always. Round the double Z-bend she’ll be waiting

for me at the end of the lane, through the airfield gates,

and fresh from the hangar, catch my first fleeting glimpse.

Resplendent in yellow as the first rays of sun glint like gold

on her wings; my Tiger Moth princess – such style – such finesse!

As the mist slowly rises, I coax her to climb the cerulean skies...

to soar with the eagles, my lady and I. Till she develops a thirst,

then she carries me back to the newly shorn grass. Cloud skating

forsaken – for today. De Havilland’s queen, but my own Darcy May

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Comments

This is lovely, Tina.

Permalink Submitted by Bee on Sat, 2014-06-07 13:17

This is lovely, Tina. Exhilarating!

Bee

Thanks, Bee. So pleased you

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Sat, 2014-06-07 19:25

Thanks, Bee. So pleased you thought so

Tina

You certainly paint a lovely

Permalink Submitted by jeand on Mon, 2014-06-09 06:53

You certainly paint a lovely picture with this.

Jean

Jean Day

My sincere thanks to you,

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Mon, 2014-06-09 08:28

My sincere thanks to you, Jean. Hope your week is a good one