Winterbines

Your awe as we pass great tethered fireworks

Paddling the sky into sonic parcels

We can't hear them from in the car

But we imagine we feel their weighted thrum

Our bodies lifting from our seats

With every slow drag of their outreached arms

You seem in tune with them

In the same way you thought drones

Were a kind of bird, precision freewheeling

Just overhead, always out of sight.

Victoria Spires is a Northampton-based poet, scribbling in the margins of love, motherhood, nature and obscure philosophy. Her poems have been featured in Flight of the Dragonfly’s ‘Flights’ e-journal, The Nuthatch, The Poetry Lighthouse, and Freeverse Revolution Lit. Her writing can also be found on Instagram @jitterbug_writes.