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The Toy Airplane

Contributed by brasco on Sunday, 21st May 2006 @ 11:37:02 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

I was content to soar through the air
as the little boy whisked me round and round.
He would play until he was dizzy,
falling to the soft grass in a fit of giggles.
Nothing pleased me more than his laughter,
not even the wind beneath my cast iron wings.
I was crafted to fly but for his delight I lived.

This day was like the countless before
until the boy’s mother urgently called him.
It must have been important,
for the boy dropped me at his feet
and ran to the house.
I never knew why she called,
but now I was all alone.

Day quickly turned to night
and I longed for the tidy toy chest.
I felt sure the boy would rescue me,
but he never came.
With each new morning came the dew,
and on the worst days the daunting rain.
Soon my bright red coat
had faded to a dull pinkish hue.

I had no concept of past time
when Oscar found me.
He came sniffing, poking me
with his cold moist nose.
Part of me wanted to shew him away
(though I had no such option),
but what if he could take me to the boy?
At last there was hope!

After what seemed an eternity
Oscar picked me up in his mouth.
I cringed at the touch of his gooey slobber
and the scent of his hot breath.
But the hope of being reunited with the boy
overshadowed any discomfort.

Oscar wandered around aimlessly
panting and wagging his tail,
until a sound caught his ear.
His ears perked up and he stopped and listened.
I had hoped it was the boy calling Oscar’s name,
and time would shortly tell.

The Labrador took off running towards the sound,
but to my dismay he was heading for the canal.
Oscar, loosing his grip, clenched down with his jaw
and I felt his teeth grate into my wing.

On the opposite bank was Oscar’s nemesis,
and he was barking his usual obscenities.
Oscar opened his mouth to bark his retort
and I slipped from his grasp and fell,
plunking into the shadowy water.
I quickly sank coming to rest on the sediment below.

All hope was lost; the boy would never find me.
I sat there for some time,
watching the fishes swim by,
trying to figure a way out.
Then the realization of the certainty and
permanence of my situation dawned on me.

So I lay there beneath the murky water
pondering my life and fate,
until time had no meaning;
and my thoughts finally faded into a distant echo
as the rust ate away, to leave an empty frame.

Copyright Â© brasco ... [ 2006-05-21 11:37:02]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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