Rusted airplane, fly.
My heart begging for the ground.
Up. 14,000.
…
Tap, tap, “you ready?”
Legs trembling with fear, “I can’t.”
Door open, air, wind
…
Grasping for the door.
“Too late!” Weightless, like a bird.
Wind gushing, flying.
…
Cold air up my nose.
Skin flapping, I pull the string.
Up there gliding, free.
About the Creator
Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
Saint Patrick's Blind Date
This is for the latest Vocal challenge that you can read about below. The limerick only clocks in at thirty words, but I hope it brings a smile to your face. I can't change the font or size in the Vocal editor so took a screenshot of my limerick as well
By Mike Singleton - Mikeydred5 days ago in Poets
The Magic Pond: A Tale of Wonder and Solace
Once upon a time, in a small village, there was a girl named Lily. She lived with her mother and father in a small, cozy house near the woods. The village was a peaceful place, with friendly neighbors and colorful gardens. Lily loved spending time outside, playing with her friends and exploring the woods.
By Amir Hussain3 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
Creative! I enjoyed it!