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alicia_hA safely forgotten memory
Ghosts don't wear silk stockings
Neither do they fly spitfires
With their snug cockpits that fit so well
Like that old dress you never parted with
The one with the timeless style
And a grace channeled out from within
The glamour girls of the air
And such a great deal more besides
The pictures empart half a story
The rest needs words
The tales spun of time measured in hours
And lived in weightless, breathless moments
And memories that are yours alone
That only a solo flight can awaken
A life laid trustingly in the oil smeared hands of engineers
A risk taken every second spent moving through the air
A target to enemy and friend, and a slave to human fault and error
No weapons, nor any radio contact to speak of
Surviving through wits honed in years of practice that paled time spent in training
The case of lucky escapes and determination to do your duty
To keep the appoinment for delivery - are concerns that come second
On the the all night train home do you breathe a sigh of thanks for reaching safety
Or do you yearn to return to the air immediately
And wonder how others can stay so grounded
Ghosts don't wear silk stockings
Neither do they fly spitfires
With their snug cockpits that fit so well
Like that old dress you never parted with
The one with the timeless style
And a grace channeled out from within
The glamour girls of the air
And such a great deal more besides
The pictures empart half a story
The rest needs words
The tales spun of time measured in hours
And lived in weightless, breathless moments
And memories that are yours alone
That only a solo flight can awaken
A life laid trustingly in the oil smeared hands of engineers
A risk taken every second spent moving through the air
A target to enemy and friend, and a slave to human fault and error
No weapons, nor any radio contact to speak of
Surviving through wits honed in years of practice that paled time spent in training
The case of lucky escapes and determination to do your duty
To keep the appoinment for delivery - are concerns that come second
On the the all night train home do you breathe a sigh of thanks for reaching safety
Or do you yearn to return to the air immediately
And wonder how others can stay so grounded
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Date: 2012-01-03 01:41 am (UTC)And memories that are yours alone
That only a solo flight can awaken
A life laid trustingly in the oil smeared hands of engineers
A risk taken every second spent moving through the air//
such a great post - and those lines in particular really caught me up in the moment, i am very keen to make the acquaintance of your characters!. :))
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Date: 2012-01-03 10:33 pm (UTC)With my story I've decided to give myself time to sit down with my notebook and start telling the story as I see it playing out at the moment from the beginning. I'm looking forward to letting my characters steer me off course when they feel like it. I've decided to put aside what I got down in November and only look at it and consider including it when I get to the right points in the story.
And I'll type stuff up as I go along, I'm promise. I'll try to get something up within the next couple of days.
I'm happy to say I'm feeling excited about writing again. And I feel like I know my characters just well enough to set them loose in the story and still be able to learn a great deal more about them as events unfold. :-D
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Date: 2012-01-04 11:14 pm (UTC)just read this:
Date: 2012-01-06 02:24 am (UTC)For my blood to flow from age to age.
Yet for a corner whose warmth I could rely on
I'd willingly have given all my life,
Whenever her flying needle
Tugged me, like a thread, around the globe.
from Life, Life by arseny tarkovsky
(father of andrei)