Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #208
The Dirigible
by Belinda Roddie
The dirigible soared across the sky,
and onlookers from every window gasped
and stared in awe at the blimp that could fly.
Its pilot, dark and curly-haired, had grasped
the controls triumphantly in her fists,
proudly steering the massive zeppelin
over the buildings, through patches of mist,
and into a reddening horizon.
Below, a boy and girl had dripping cones
of ice cream melting in their hands, but they
did not notice. Their minds were truly blown
by the sight of the airship, bold and gray,
sailing over the small town where a thirst
for adventure was beginning to burst.
by Belinda Roddie
The dirigible soared across the sky,
and onlookers from every window gasped
and stared in awe at the blimp that could fly.
Its pilot, dark and curly-haired, had grasped
the controls triumphantly in her fists,
proudly steering the massive zeppelin
over the buildings, through patches of mist,
and into a reddening horizon.
Below, a boy and girl had dripping cones
of ice cream melting in their hands, but they
did not notice. Their minds were truly blown
by the sight of the airship, bold and gray,
sailing over the small town where a thirst
for adventure was beginning to burst.
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