Friday, September 09, 2005

Eagle Day, 1940

41 Squadron, SCRAMBLE
Angels 40, Ashford

The cocky grin
The negligent cigarette
The thumb, buddy,
hides the halo

Tally ho, Red Leader
Bandits, 6 o'clock

In the autumn haze of bonfires
The burning, falling leaves
Are planes.

What other reserves have we?
There are none.

Icarus times one thousand
Challenged the swastika sun.
So young they were,
So unflinchingly young.

7 comments:

Robyn said...

The greatest generation. Thanks, Bernita.

ScaramoucheX said...

Bernita...thanks for reading my scribbled reveries and telling me to 'calm down'....I haven't decided yetr if you are "...a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas.", or "...an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill", but for now I read you...nicely placed and evocative reference there, the 'swastika sun'...I marvel at the levels it works on.

Bernita said...

You didn't realize I'm the character with the lantern and the staff???

nessili said...

Oooo, I like muchly! Such power in so few words, but each precisely placed...bravo!

Anonymous said...

what happened on eagle day? we're doing it for history

Bernita said...

Anon, you obviously have a computer.
Search it.
Battle of Britain, WW2.

Anonymous said...

don't worry i did