Kite flying, Poem, Writer's Blog

Flight of the Kite

I cannot lie – I took this idea from a fellow poet as I loved the shape of some of her poems. Thank you for the inspiration, Kim from Writing In North Norfolk.

This is it in word format because my mobile formatting makes a mess of it..

Flight of the Kite

 

                                                              A

                                                            Kite

                                                       Flying High

                                                 Soaring in clouds

                                          A break in the blue sky

                                       Silently diving and swooping

                                     Tension on line, a dead stillness

                               Settling, its rhythm gentle, smooth,

                            Bobbing at the end of the line, just waits,

                        A pull, a twist of the wrist, send it diving low,

                          A wrist flick, a jerk, paint the sky with loops,

                            Repeat, making patterns, response fast,

                               Buzz from the line, hearing the winds,

                                  Slow the descent, landing begins,

                                     Gently, to grass, let it rest now,

                                          Its flight over, now ended,

                                             A long tail follows lazily,

                                                    Fluttering, it falls,

                                                      Flight doomed

                                                              Now folds,

                                                             Into

                                                               Its

                                                           Holdall.

                                                            Day Over

                                                                  A

                                                                    N

                                                                      O

                                                                        T

                                                                          H

                                                                            E

                                                                              R

                                                                                 *

                                                                                    W

                                                                                        I

                                                                                         L

                                                                                            L

                                                                                              *

                                                                                                 C

                                                                                                    O

                                                                                                        M

                                                                                                              E

                                                                                                                 *

                                                                                                                      S

                                                                                                                        O

                                                                                                                           O

                                                                                                                               N

                                                                                                                           **

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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