Did you know that in WWII pilots used to travel across the Arctic, north north north in the endless dark and the endless freeze, in order to avoid flying over enemy ground? America to Britain, heat to heat, war surging and boiling and seething to the south, angry and red as a wound, and all this dreadful cold in between. Flying with just the roar of the engines and the whistle of the wind and the hush of your own breath, over emptiness and ice - but how could you find your way? The stars are different, up there. They spin in frozen circles. And planes would get lost, because the men couldn’t read the night sky that had always been their woman, their guide. Their compasses would wander aimlessly as would their plane, wandering aimlessly through the night. Those men were alone. Truly alone. They no longer knew their earth and their heaven. The needle did not point to north any more. They sat in metal birds at the top of the world, lost as little children.
There's a reason why I continue to read your poetry... You have the ability to keep a reader coming back for more, that is what really separates a writer from a poet I believe... and you Madame, are a poet.
As FuzzyHoser said, this poem does make you think, it is most intriguing at the very least. My only critique is that it seems a little rushed... but do not allow me to change your writing style, for it's still a greatly enjoyable piece.
This probably is a little rushed, it needs spacing, both in the flow and sound of it and the actual arrangement on the page. Maybe I'll come back to it some day? Anyway, thanks for the gorgeous compliment and the feedback!
Thank you so much! I just couldn't get the thought out of my head, about being lost in the Arctic in a tiny little 1940s plane, with the stars going in fucking CIRCLES, such an interesting and tragic sidenote of history.
As someone who often feels just like a little dull leaf floating around amongst many other more interesting leaves...that's a massive compliment. Gee whiz. You are a very unique piece of the universe yourself.