“Gad! What a lovely morning”, I thought, as I walked out the door, “the Sun is shining, the birds are singing, the sky is blue”.
Glancing up at the sky for a moment to re-assure myself that yes, the sky was still actually blue, I immediately observed
a lone light-aircraft above me, drawing a graceful arc in the air with a billowing plume of noxious, white gases.
There were no flames and the smoke was white not black so I judged that, rather than an imminent apocalypse, I was witnessing a skywriter going about their traditional trade.
Surely, I thought, in this modern Age of micro-chips and bottled water, the demise of the SkyWriter cannot be too far into the future. Soon the Guild of SkyWriters will be a thing of the Past, like mustache wax and side-saddles for women. The Skywriting Craft will be forgotten, their proud traditions and heritage, automated out of existence. Probably replaced by Drones.
So I paused for awhile to watch this relic from a bygone era
as the plane lazily scrawled its graffito across the blue canvas of the sky.
The original arc was swiftly conjoined to another, revealing itself to have been but the first half of a Heart. Clearly what I was witnessing was some sort of giant Valentine, or Birthday or Anniversary card being posted up against the sky. Somewhere, some unseen Romeo had decided to fork out with the “Big Romantic Gesture” to impress an unknown Juliette. he could have just taken an ad out in the Personal column, but no, our man had decided to pull out all the stops. Was Juliette leaning out of a window somewhere, watching the Sky for Signs and Visions,
or was she in the shower, washing her hair, oblivious to the declaration of Love and Devotion being broadcast through the aether. Surely even now her phone is ringing so she might be told to watch the Skies?!
The Heart now completed, the plane like a busy bee droned it’s way onto the next part of it message..
..which swiftly revealed itself to be a large U.
This U was followed in time by a large X,
then followed by another, and another, etx,
so the message was basically,
“I Love You, kiss, kiss, etc..”
You could see where the unknown Romeo paying for the message was going with his missive, so I thought it time for intermission.
So, leaving the sky pilot to continue scrawling his enormous Valentine, I popped back inside to make a cup of tea. My Personal Assistant was lounging around the kitchen browsing thru travel magazines, and as the tea brewed I informed her about all the romantic activity taking place in the skies above us.
She sniffed cynically, but quarter of an hour later she followed me out to witness this “Big Romantic Declaration” in the Heavens above our house.
The Winds had already blown away the Message of Love I have previously described, now only the faintest wisps betrayed the faded icons to the searching eye.
But in my absence a second section had been added to the text that had initially caught my attention. This text certainly gave the first part context.
This second, brief sentence read,
so the whole thing would have read, had the winds not erased the earlier part;
“I Love You, kiss, kiss, kiss. I’m Sorry”.
“Ho ho Ho!”, scoffed my Assistant,
“A typical Man. His promises weigh less than the wind
and the first gust blows them away!”
I really don’t know how my PA got to be so cynical,
but I decided at that moment that it was best not to joke around by claiming that it was from me all along.
She might believe me.
The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,
President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity,
and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists
AND the Church of the Universe.
He’s cheap but not easy.