To Dakhla-Par Avion

[serge gurkski]

Overall I like it.

First Leg Tunis to Es Senia

As we climbed, the hissing sand exfoliated wings once white;
Saharan dust plumed rouge astern and mingled with our oil-smoked wake;
But mixture set, the carb shed ice, and soon we flew in gin-clear light.
Ahead, up loomed the Atlas peaks; below, the fog on Tunis Lake. <<< very nice flow

As warned by Saint-Exupéry, wind buffeted our jaunty kite;
each sensed, as he, the lift from land, warming ‘neath sun’s bloodshot eye.<<< each sensed the lift from land, warming beneath sun's bloodshot eye
We yawed left in the on-shore blast, that turned us from our route-planned height,
but came the green of Kasserine, in denser air we shot to sky. <<< rhymes but I like it

A silence fell. No words could tell how glorious the ice-crazed crests; <<< I like: ice-crazed crests, the line; hm?
or loose a sigh of indrawn breath on sight of sparkling azure sea.
What lay beneath us rolled like gold, arcs of gilded dunes; whilst west
dark wadis ran from hasting day, and haboobs sucked the mountain's lee. <<

This is the joy the gods would keep, as they look down on precious land;
This is the beauty height bestows upon Saharan barren plains.
This is the wonder and dismay, that blood has spilled to name just sand;
but we who heard the stinging air, we are like gods. We fly again. <<< to me this poem can do without this stanza. It is already fine.

tectak
2013
A small craft flight ( Cherokee 6) from Tunis to Dakhla. First leg, Es Senia airstrip. 691 miles, 5hrs 12mins, cruising at 5500ft.
1968

I like the plot of this. call m kinky (as if I minded, but I like this too:small craft flight ( Cherokee 6) from Tunis to Dakhla. First leg, Es Senia airstrip. 691 miles, 5hrs 12mins, cruising at 5500ft.
1968 . i find it sexy (no lingua in maxillam.)

cheers
serge