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The Fun of Flying

A free verse poem

photo by author — edited in Canva

swinging, swaying, up down up
the fun of flying like a pendulum
I feel the air, a fan upon my cheek
tickle tickle along my nose,
tousle tangle through my hair
a tinge of spritz upon my lips
buzz buzz whizz past my ears
swinging, swaying, up down up
I love that I’m flying on my own
birds flap their wings and wave at me
chirping, tweeting in the trees
leaves hustle bustle rustle by
higher, higher up to the sky
my legs kick-tuck back ’n’ forth
swinging, swaying, up down up

© Carolyn Hastings 2024

I wish I could show you the joy on my little mate’s face when he discovered he could propel himself in the swing by pumping his legs. It brought back childhood memories of my own playground joy where swings and see-saws were my go-tos. I loved the exhilaration of soaring skywards and the rush of air on my face.

I’ve written this poem for Poemorama. Specifically, I’m responding to Poemorama’s Part 2…