A poem - the first on this blog - inspired by that brief respite from skies full of contrails:
(reprinted by permission of the author, David Oakley-Hill - who's on Twitter as GreenPoet)
WHEN NO PLANES FLY
Vivid Venus dangles from a crisp new moon
while Mars is bold, the robin of the sky
the stars all twinkle, cheerful they have lost the misty veil ~
the day the planes are not allowed to fly
No one flies to New York for a party or a wedding
there’ll be photos on their PCs by and by
can’t waste your weekend catching just a glimpse of Tuscany ~
the day the planes are ordered not to fly
no cruel crates of mynah birds, of finch or parakeet
today the lovebirds nuzzle back at home
Lisbon welcomes Chancellor of Germany, surprised ~
God’s holy skydust keeps the Pope in Rome
The mangetout stays in Kenya, the oranges in Spain
the untossed salads won’t be dressed to dine
the food miles don’t pile on the carbon calories today ~
but the blue sky seems to say the world is fine
Intended celebrations, weekend jollies, all are stemmed
the businessmen learn trains can also fly
the toxic trails evaporate, reprieve the troposphere ~
today there’s silent beauty in the sky
People walk past Heathrow with no thunder overhead
hear, for the first time, birds call in the sky
tune in to catch the sounds of nature’s gentle wings ~
that special day - when no planes fly
The magma under Reykjavic is turning up the heat
The fine dust, metal, sand and gassy sky
The geothermal interest on this bankloan has matured ~
It’s payback time, when no planes fly
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