Airport Misery

Why is it airports inspire me to poetry?

Journeys so tedious: hurry, then wait.

Waiting to check-in by slow shuffling paces,

queuing to pass through security gate.

Nothing but  suffering useless announcements

banal, irrelevant,  not at all clear.

Peer at computer screens for times and places,

as my flight endlessly fails to appear.

Flight once was considered to be an adventure.

Now those infernal contraptions of torture

masquerading as seats  are bruising my rear.

Blood flow stopped dead at the back of my knees.

Will nothing release me? The time must be near.

A miracle happens, a voice from the ceiling:

'Proceed to gate fourteen now if you please.'

© Vivienne Blake