The Aerodrome

Heaney  recounts  the story of a wartime visit to his local airfield. The visit becomes a parable to do with insecurity, temptation and resistance. The airfield is long since out of commission, first disused then re-developed : first … back to grass, then after that to warehouses and brickfields. Its iconic centre-piece (wartime grey control-tower) has retained its control status: rebuilt and glazed into a hard-edged CEO-style villa.  Post-war changes in attitude and style introduced a new lexis; here the ‘hard edge’ of uncompromising money-making opportunities. Toome aerodrome is a part of history; the poet transports his memory and his senses back to the smell of daisies and hot tar on a newly-surfaced cart-road and to a specific moment: Easter […]