Villanelle – First Flight – The Poetry Marathon

Prompt 15, Hour 15

There are very few poems about air travel, even though there are a lot about driving, train travel, and subway commuting.

Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about a plane trip.

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Villanelle – First Flight
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The first time I flew, I flew alone.
I had no fear of being in the sky
or of straying far from my home.

To see a city I had never known
the sights were enough to make me sigh.
The first time I flew, I flew alone.

Since this time I have now grown
afraid of doing that which I didn’t have to try
of straying far from my home.

On auto-pilot; I am a drone
I wait for my command and do not ask why
the first time I flew, I flew alone.

And now I have seen that which is shown
I know the truth, but still I lie.
The first time I flew, I flew alone
Straying far from my home.

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One thought on “Villanelle – First Flight”

Wow – there’s so much wrapped within this poem. The contrast of time, of growing awareness, of exhilaration and of fear. Beautiful.

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