Tuesday, 10 December 2013


Human Cargo


It’s best as dusk falls
on a clear and starry night,
the sky slowly staining
to washable blue;
chimneys lino-cut into
the border of tonight’s review.

Above the inky trees,
the Plough wages war
against the arc
of London’s sulphurous glow.                    
Stars hone gem-stone facets,
razor sharp and brilliant.

One by one they come,
beyond the pylons’ lifelines;
spangled shimmers of light
descending across the dark vault,
plotting the route, homing in –

                                                   Malaysian Air . . . . . . .

© Sue Burley

1 comment:

  1. A lovely poem that really sums up the view out the back window of the house. Especially like the part at the end that shows that not all pretty twinkly lights in the sky need to be stars!