September air, laced
with the taut thread of wailing siren,
urgent and compelling,
stitching a circle
around my head.
Sarcastic gulls hoot and taunt
other birds in jovial vein.
whipping frantic linen on the line.
A frenzy of laughter embroiders
the droning background
of a puttering plane.
Copyright © Carolyn O’Hara 2014
I live in Prestwick with my husband, and we have two grown up daughters. I have always had a love of the written word but only took up writing a few years ago when I joined Ayr Writers’ Club and was encouraged to be adventurous. Since then I have had 6 articles published, and will have a short story published in the autumn.