They Just Looked Like…
After leaving England’s slate-grey clouds of murk
And its persistent, gloomy November rain,
The EasyJet airliner climbed into skies of vivid, stark
Blue, overriding a lighter, whiter, brighter strain
Of cloud, which lay like a fall of snow upon an open field
And with a swirl, a twist, a dishevelled whirl revealed…
Whilst crossing the Alps, the sunlit hoary mountains shone
Like uncut gems, or snow-tipped scenery jagged and crude,
Cradling an incongruous slim pool of turquoise, a stain
Upon the overpowering ruggedness, the serrated feud
Of ragged rock, like the craggy surface of an unknown world,
Its beauty and its intense cruelty, dramatically unfurled…
Just lying desolate, the Egyptian desert’s sculpted heights,
Basked in the afternoon sun, like in an AI sculpted scene,
Its dramatic slopes weathered to scars in theatrical lights,
Its hunched and rounded hills undulating in serene,
Abandoned wastes. And as I was hauled overhead into a land of the past,
Those remarkable views were like ideals, by impressionist artists cast…
Pete Ray…
10th November 2025…
Travelling by air from London Gatwick to Luxor, Egypt.
The images were taken with my mobile phone through a small fuselage window…
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