Thursday, March 29, 2012

Back to the Future

A Flash 55....

I live in the shadow of giants,
modern prehistoric birds;
blue whales flying overhead.

At night, we watch otherworldly 
lights dance on the horizon; 
the birds are aloft, their eyes 
glowing in the dark.

Frequently flying off to distant lands
to disgorge stomach contents;
our ground vibrates as they return 
home to roost once more.

©  Ginny Brannan March 2012

Shared with Mr. Know-It-All Friday Flash 55--a story or poem in 55 words.
Our town lies in the flight path of Westover Air Reserve Base, home to the C5 Galaxy transport. These flying “whales” can swallow more than 270 Jonahs (plus flight crew), or 6 transcontinental buses, 2 Abrams tanks, 36 cargo pallets (10,000 lb. capacity),  or 7 UH1 copters. More info at:


  1. Wow. That's one giant plane to be flying overhead. I expect you get used to it, like living by the railroad tracks. I used to love the sound of that lonely train making it's way from Canada to Chicago. I like the way you describe your prehistoric birds glowing in the dark.

  2. Ginny...
    Welcome back!
    I hope you found this to be creative, challenging, and FUN!
    Excellent 55
    Thank You for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  3. disgorge stomach is really cool way to describe what happens after a plane lands.

  4. Makes for one heck of a flock. I didn't get the connection to aircraft until I read the bit at the bottom. Gives the whole thing a whole new light.

  5. Ginny... I LOVE your work. :) My husband and daughter are flying in an airplane on their way to New York right now and I hope they have a wonderful weekend. But, I can't wait the prehistoric bird disgorges her stomach contents and brings them home to roost! :)


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