For Roy Chadwick

In that pure moment
Of silken glistening

The spirits were quiet
And stilled and listening

To the mind that soared
On the wind and the wings
In the darkening meadow
where twilight brings

These whispered words….

Watch me silent as the hawk
The ghost that drives the noiseless owl
Above the field where down below
The roaring Merlins strain and howl

For I am all your futures now
The shape that’s poised and shimmering
On the runway from that shadowed past
And the twilight’s final glimmering.

David Hulme

Note: Roy Chadwick was an aircraft designer who as a boy
flew model aircraft covered in the remnants of his mother’s
silk blouses in a field in Urmston. He went on to design the
Avro Lancaster, was sketching out ideas for the Vulcan after
World War II, but died in 1947 testing a prototype passenger