I don’t like getting to and from airports, the hanging around, the waiting in queues and the scrutiny of airport officials, but I do enjoy flying. I like switching off and ignoring other passengers, immersing myself in a book with nothing else to distract me – no telephone or door to answer, no appointments to worry about. For a couple of hours or so it’s just me and the book, until the descent, my favourite part of a flight. I love to look out of the window at cloud formations and the first signs of foreign landscapes, such as a mountain peeking through the strata or sun glinting off windows.
On a recent trip, as the plane descended, I wasn’t disappointed by the gorgeous geometry of Polish fields laid out like art nouveau patchworks, mushrooming here and there with houses and villages, and a river worming its way across the landscape towards lumps of mountains, molten metal in the distance. The plane finally hurtled along a runway flanked with lines of tall, black trees dotted with giant balls, which I thought at first were crows nests. As other passengers shifted in their seats, retrieved jackets and bags long before the seat-belt light was extinguished, I returned to my book, M Train by Patti Smith, to the following coincidence of a sentence: ‘Plane trees with pom-poms, dried brown seed pods, swinging ghosts of Christmas ornaments.’ Later, as we walked through the city, we saw more of these trees. I have looked them up and discovered that they are not plane trees but haven’t been able to identify them as yet.
trees flank the runway
bony charcoal cheerleaders
Kim M. Russell, 2016
Photograph taken by David Russell
My response to dVerse Poetics Pub Haibun Monday – Free for All
The prompt this week is from Toni, a freebie, on any subject we like except: it must be non-fiction, must have happened directly to us and it must be in the classic form, with one or two paragraphs and one nature based haiku.