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‘Son of Concorde’ may get off the ground

Evening Standard, 28 March 2012

From here she seems a thing of most

savage beauty, a kite, braced on an updraught,

outstretched talons clutching a glittering

shard, her laser eyes on the shiny prey,

her hazy tail a plume of fire.

I want to cry, ‘get down, get down,

it’s safer on the ground than in the sky’;

but never imagined she’d come to roost

on the roof of the Hotel Gonesse.

Two great nations wept when her wings

were clipped, but in my mind she flies on,

outpacing the sonic boom of her renown.

(c) 2012 Slush Poet