I wasn’t sure at first <br />how you’d enjoy it, <br />but I knew you liked adventure, <br />so I booked <br />and kept my fingers crossed. <br /> <br />The tiger moth stood to immaculate attention, <br />a giant insect marooned on a grassy sea. <br />Smaller than I had imagined her <br />and lighter too, <br />with silver fabric wings <br />and a lone propeller <br />balanced on her nose. <br /> <br />She might have been left over <br />from a Forties film set, <br />or a toy abandoned by a spoiled child. <br /> <br />You donned the flying jacket <br />they offered <br />and stepped <br />(with surprising agility) <br />into the forward cockpit. <br /> <br />Then belted, capped and goggled <br />you awaited the ‘contact’ command <br />and a firm hand upon the propeller. <br /> <br />I shielded my eyes <br />as the ancient bi-plane rose into the air, <br />pirouetting amongst the clouds <br />and looping the loop with terrifying grace. <br /> <br />Your face was pink and pleased <br />when you alighted. <br /> <br />‘It was fabulous’ you said - <br />and meant it.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiger-moth/
