
May's Poem of the Month is Aeroplanes by Rebecca Goss.
AeroplanesI like to think, when the bomb went off
she slipped from her seat
into the sky, floated for a time
before the body broke apart.
It’s difficult to keep her whole.
Now that this package has come,
(her things wrapped in plastic)
I worry they were carelessly scooped up.
That I will tear away the wrapping
to find her fingers, loose, like crayons.
Night of the news flash, I sat on the stairs,
absolutely sure she had survived.
I kept my runway of Christmas lights
blinking on the banister for weeks,
but she didn’t make it home.
I’d signed for my daughter’s things,
went to work, left them untouched in the hall.
Opening my front door now, a stench hovers.
Diesel fuel, instantly thick in my throat,
with the hang of disinfectant behind.
The package mocks me, it’s what I’ve waited for,
but I find it choking, unpleasant.
I lift it to the garden, let the smell seep upwards,
hear the rumble of distant aeroplanes.
Eagerly, I look for her.
The long, hard legs puncturing clouds
as she falls down to me.
My hands getting ready to grab the feet,
pull her safely through the trees.
Rebecca Goss lives in Liverpool. Her pamphlet collection was published by Slow Dancer Press and her poems have appeared in many magazines including Ambit, Stand, Mslexia and Magma. She will be reading for Poets and Players on May 16th at The Whitworth Gallery, Manchester, 2.30pm. You can find out more about Rebecca at
poetrypf.co.uk