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John Tranter

FOUR SONNETS FROM CRYING IN EARLY INFANCY

28. BARNSTORM

FOUR SONNETS FROM CRYING IN EARLY INFANCY

28. BARNSTORM

FOUR SONNETS FROM CRYING IN EARLY INFANCY

28. BARNSTORM

The cave exists only to be found, and the dark
waits as it has always waited. Chequered aircraft
swing around the pylons in the storm,
my girl leading. She’s a good kid. Her eyes
reflect my best pair of empty grey gloves
as a pewter mirror, like the cold
gleaming on the wing. Moisture condenses
in the cave, awaiting tourists or adventurers.

Impetuous planes! The race is over,
three dead, and deep in rainy Cincinnati
the damp newsprint and the metal meet.
My girl passed through the grey parade
with honour, and her Dad clinks her medals
for luck. The Japs move in on the South Pacific.
Close

FOUR SONNETS FROM CRYING IN EARLY INFANCY

28. BARNSTORM

The cave exists only to be found, and the dark
waits as it has always waited. Chequered aircraft
swing around the pylons in the storm,
my girl leading. She’s a good kid. Her eyes
reflect my best pair of empty grey gloves
as a pewter mirror, like the cold
gleaming on the wing. Moisture condenses
in the cave, awaiting tourists or adventurers.

Impetuous planes! The race is over,
three dead, and deep in rainy Cincinnati
the damp newsprint and the metal meet.
My girl passed through the grey parade
with honour, and her Dad clinks her medals
for luck. The Japs move in on the South Pacific.

FOUR SONNETS FROM CRYING IN EARLY INFANCY

28. BARNSTORM

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