Thursday, April 30, 2020


The bush plane awaits
The tarmac is hot underfoot
I feel the heat through the
soles of my feet
A familiar scorch from
past lives
The breeze an insistent presence
a persistent touch
I’m excited
An adrenaline rush
reddens my cheeks
“There’s no turning back”
the commandant says
“Deaths are many, 
reprieves are few.
What have you got to say?”
I walk toward infinity
I don’t look back
“Don’t give up”
I say
“Don’t give up.”


Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Bang, whimper, hiss
Skywriting - Deaths

Note to all: it has been a wonderful month. Thank you all so much for your comments and support. You are appreciated. And although I didn’t get to everyone with comments, I read and enjoyed you all❣️❣️🌹Until next year then 🙏