Posted by: John Looker | 12 March, 2015

The Arrival

.
“Doors to manual”
and the flight finally
lands.
We burst from the plane
like a can of cola
unzipped. At last! 

All night long
in that shaken tube, 
that intimate kaleidoscope
of strangers – but now
it’s Passports, Baggage
and escape. 

There’s barely time
to drop the cases
before a child
has flown like a bird
to perch in your arms
by your cheek.

 

© John Looker 2015

This is a new poem and not included in my book, The Human Hive, which was published recently by Bennison Books. For a description of the book, and links to the listing and comments on Amazon, please see the publisher’s website:

http://bennisonbooks.com/2015/01/27/out-now-the-human-hive/

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  1. Delightful!

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  2. Superb

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  3. Shared on Facebook 🙂

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  4. As always, John,,, your imagery cuts keenly to the chase, so that we are in your movie actually seeing and feeling what happens. I enjoy the telescoping effect of variable line length in this poem, and the jiggling, intimate kaleidoscope of strangers is an image I’m unlikely to forget….perfect!

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    • That’s very helpful feedback, Cynthia. Thank you.

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  5. a small grandchild .. they’re the only ones who like your whiskers, you took me there John, thanks.

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  6. Returned to read this again, John, and am suddenly struck by how perfect a conceit it is …for another, more universal, kind of “arrival”.

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    • I hadn’t noticed that, Cynthia, but I see what you mean. I like the way a poem can reverberate more than was expected by the person who struck the bell.

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  7. sweet! I love that sense of homecoming you’ve imparted, John 🙂

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  8. A wonderful return 🙂 For your next anthology!

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  9. Oh! Yes. Delightful. “the intimate kaleidoscope of strangers”. “a child flown like a bird to perch in your arms by your cheek”. Vivid. Happy.

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  10. A delightful ending. I enjoyed reading this, John, as I do your other poems in, “The Human Hive.”

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    • Thank you Anna – I’m particularly pleased that you are enjoying your copy of The Human Hive.

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  11. This is wonderful, John. The reason it is wonderful is the last four lines, which suddenly take us from being a passenger in an airplane to a child flying like a bird into the passenger’s arms, validating who the passenger is outside of the
    “intimate kaleidoscope
    of strangers”.
    What a magnificent line.
    There should not be any surprise with the last four lines. That’s what happens at airports. We’ve all seen it, but somehow the poem dances with the same delight the parent feels as his child flings into his arms.
    Excellent work.

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    • Very many thanks Thomas. Yes there are two kinds of flight here and two moments of arrival. I hadn’t seen that validation of identity that you speak of, but I do now, and you’re right: it goes to the root of things in modern life. Thank you for drawing this out.

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  12. Great imagery, and I love those last 4 lines! Made me smile.

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    • It’s lovely to hear that Betty, thank you!

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  13. Beautifully penned, John. With a superb use of imagery.

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