'Bomber Remembrance'

I wrote theis poem as I painted the Vulcan and Lancaster painting. It felt as though my painting inspired the poem and the poem added something to my painting. As I painted I had to keep stopping in order to write down the words of the poem.

Bomber Remembrance

Somewhere, in the shadowed pockets of time The echoes of their engines roar and rip the air Throttles forward, through bursting clouds they climb Where earth's constraints have no dominion there. And on the blue horizon from the sun transparent in the backlit flinty glare Dipped wings straighten for their final run Yet seemed to hang in time, suspended there. No stealth is theirs nor nimble joust and parry But still their silhouette with mottled hue Strikes awe and pride at the burden they carry So much owed by so many to so few. And down the years in halls of fame they dwell Roll calls writ from the Corridors of Power Whilst of glories and combat, songs and tales tell Never again, never forget, this was their finest hour.

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