A veteran and poet pulls up a sandbag and shares a life of adventure, mishap and dogged determination.
Friday, 5 October 2018
A Call From Guernsey Airport
This happened when I traveled from Guernsey to Newcastle last month. Unfortunately the lady concerned and I shared 2 flights and she was just as vocal on-board.
A Call From Guernsey Airport
Suddenly a voice started speaking;
"Hi, It's Janet, I'm going to be late."
it wasn't muted, It wasn't muted at all,
it was one of those full blast old people calls.
A voice born in the days of operators
every monotonous word at full blast
as if the smart phone and not the speaker was deaf.
Expressions on faces 20 meters away
ranged from irritation to simple smiles
as the woman with the latest smart phone
cut across the hubbub of the busy terminal
by shouting at her friend in Newcastle.
John Carré Buchanan
24 August 2018
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Love it, John. Definitely a poem for the selfish times we live in.
ReplyDeleteHi Richard, Thanks for your comment, I am glad you liked the poem.
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