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Offline Spurs And Stetson

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Last Flight
« on: February 03, 2020, 05:54 PM »
LAST FLIGHT

Said the maiden to the raven
"For every soul you've stole or taken
dwindles down the population of the Earth."

Said the raven to the maiden
"Had I spared the souls from Satan
No woman on the planet could give birth."

Shedding tears the maiden said
"All around me are the dead
A sea of vessels sailing nowhere in the wind."

"From the cradle to the grave
No one's spared and no ones saved
We start dying at the moment of our birth."

Replied the maiden to the raven
"For every soul you've sent to Heaven
They touch the face of God and slipped the bonds of Earth."

- February 3rd, 2020

*Note: The last line is a composite from from High Flight by By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
(A sonnet written by John Gillespie Magee, an American pilot with the Royal Canadian Air Force in the Second World War. He came to Britain, flew in a Spitfire squadron, and was killed at the age of nineteen on 11 December 1941 during a training flight from the airfield near Scopwick.)
The first and last lines of the poem were used in Peggy Noonan's speech written for President Ronald Reagan's address to the nation on the loss of the space shuttle Challenger on January 28th, 1986.

I consider the last line a place holder until I figure out how to replace it with the same meter and meaning.

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Re: Last Flight
« Reply #1 on: February 05, 2020, 06:25 PM »
I like this poem.  The rhythm gives it a "classic" feel ... 2nd verse is my favorite.  Interesting note and insight into your inspiration.
~ Marsha ~
 

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Re: Last Flight
« Reply #2 on: February 05, 2020, 10:29 PM »
Thank you Marsha.
Iambic has been channeled thru me recently.
As you know, somethings just get written and you are merely the vessel.
I look back at my work over the years and wonder how the heck I wrote something.
If you have any ideas about the last line, an epiphany, light bulb, a successful consumption of Absinthe, let me know. :coffee