Conventional cloudy rainfall
Along with visible thick haze
Inundated sea disappeared
The greens were as hard to locate
As the short airstrip of Sprigs Payne
Belated voice from the tower
Hollered thus, “Man you’re too high”
But the eagle dived and landed
With a rebounding touchdown jig
Lost a third of the squat runway
Travelers’ fate rolled helplessly
Tumbled on sandy plain below
Emergency briefed on exits
Bits and pieces left in the holds
For the spark that ended in fire
Fear and panic overwhelmed all
By immense helpless sense of loss
Plastic goods fuelled the inferno
Raw hard cash went up with the smoke
Tears like rain-drops flooded the scene
Efforts of the travelers torched
Their cherished treasures thus transformed
Into charred glorious past, leaving
A shocking dust of emptiness
At the portals of life and death
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awesome write
powerfully descriptive and horrific
fabulous ending
'A shocking dust of emptiness
At the portals of life and death'
great write - nothing to offer to improve
one little thing - 'the short airstrip of sprigs Payne' - is 'sprigs' part of the name of the airport, thus needing to be capitalised?
love judy
xxx
'Sprigs Payne'
Yes, it is the name of an airstrip in Monrovia, Liberia. I have added the cap to the 's'. Thank you for the comments. I once worked there in the heat of war with bullets flying everywhere. Don't ask me, I was not a soldier but a bloody civilian. Best wishes.
tr
Thank you Lonnie
I appreciate your comments, that was years ago in the 90s, Best wishes
tr