5 Low-Flying Hot-Air Balloons
Alpine altitude
lauds high-flyers flying low,
jump-height over corn.
Bright teardrop rainbows
animate satin stillness
in June morn’s mauve sky.
Early air’s faint moon
floats pale, distant - hanging round
to spot airborne stripes.
Baskets’ buoyant loads
torch loud through space’s deep seas.
Awe’s waves rise and fall.
Slow, stunning turns show
sights of all slow, stunning turns.
Wave! - We’re all airborne!
Finn Cassidy was born in Ireland. He grew up along the border of Ireland and Northern Ireland during the 1970s and 80s. Having studied and worked in corporate Dublin during the 1990s, he chose a radical lifestyle change in 2002 when he moved to live in the rural French Alps, where he began writing poetry. He still lives in the Alps, where he is currently completing his first full poetry collection, titled Notions of Starkology-Codology. He works in France as a Corporate English Consultant and lectures Professional English at PolyAéro Aix-Marseille University.