There’ll be plenty of this going on above the Atlantic in years to come, it seems…
Yes, I’m still running on something of a poetry-deficit – but I will catch up by the end of the month and have 30 poems!
The 8th challenge was to write an Ottova Rima; a formal type of poem in iambic pentameter, with the rhyme-scheme abababcc. I didn’t know what to write mine about and then heard a piece on Radio 4earlier discussing some climate researchers’ work about air turbulence. They have concluded that, as climate change develops/progresses/worsens, so will the bumpy ride across the Atlantic (ironic perhaps, as aviation exhaust fumes are no doubt a massive contributing factor!) due to the changing Gulf Stream…
So I wrote this Ottova Rima with aeroplane imagery, perhaps about not knowing what to write about, or something – I don’t know, but it’s another one down!
At thousands of ideas above this sea
My pen: the fluid action of a vein.
This isobar controls no more than we
Control the sky’s intention with a plane,
Can regulate its breath. But could it be
The pulsing of a heart’s soft hurricane
Becomes the pen’s propulsion, roaring loud
To pierce the floating ink within a cloud?