Trawling through the archives I found this one, reappraised it, and decided to publish it here, if only for the striking image that inspired it.
MAIDEN FLIGHT
Empty shoes left on the pavement,
in a shimmering hiatus,
liberated, floating, weightless,
free from gravity's enslavement,
she looks down, her winged heart leaping
at the sight of cars and people,
chimney-pots and chapel steeple,
and the snail of traffic creeping.
Strong her wings feel, air uplifting,
slight her body, breathless, easeful,
far above a fog of diesel,
on warm currents, lifting, drifting.
Empty shoes left on the pavement.
Time stands still. She climbs forever,
wafted like a wind-blown feather,
free from gravity’s enslavement.
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