[{"node":{"title":"Greacen025","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen025","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Flying home at Christmas","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen025","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen025_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffFlying Home at Christmas\n\nFlying home at Christmas ... 0 cloudy memory\nUnroll your private film, yield up your fleeting echoes,\nThose quick snatches of childhood joy and misery ...\nNow see suburbia slip by, Tudor-and-russet-brick,\nWhile after mediocre mile; past modern pub and group of shops\nOut to the mild and smokeless air ringing the Airport.\nThen watch the sun of saddle afternoon quicksilver the wing-tip.\n(A dirty scrap of newspaper eddies: yesterday\u2019s muddled headline lie.)\nAnd now we rise, soon viewing below a child\u2019s toy set -\nRow on row of irregular, red-roof-tiled villas,\nEach desirable residence with its patch of faded green\nLike a played-over and scratched, billiard-table top.\n\nLook down! look down!\n(The blase traveller merely lights a cigarette)\nAt the smole-wound haze of London town!\nMist drifts like cotton wool, condenses on the pane;\nBut high above the clouds we view  a foamy\u2014coloured sea,\nAnd look! - the horizon\u2019s bloodshot, copper-red.\nThen, feeding on present sights, old memories return,\nEach jigsaw shape and colour to the eager traveller,\nWho troubles like an excited child.\n","Type":"Text"}}]