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  • KITES FLYING

    Suddenly, two orange delta kites

    with multi-coloured tails, rise above

    the families on the beach – looping the loop,

    separately, together, flying

    in parallel, swooping, soaring, the air

    thrumming like a drum roll against the fabric –

    flown faultlessly by an elderly man

    with glasses, tee-shirt, shorts, dark socks, trainers

    and a baseball cap. A woman, distracting

    an infant, points to the skies – otherwise

    no one else seems to have seen something amazing:

    a grandma fetches ice creams; a youth

    in lycra is texting; a small girl in pink

    continues her digging.

     

     

     


    2 responses to “KITES FLYING”


    1. John Huddart Avatar

      Who can deny that there is something special going on here? A poem about hopes, exhilaration, isolation, generations, absorption, skill, indifference. Ice creams are a reward, and the air produces that telling reverberation of applause.

      Somehow that reference to digging at the end produces a ghostly image of Heaney which I find ironic, engaging and somehow, in the circumstances, poignant.

    2. KIT Avatar
      KIT

      The span of ages, enough sense of place so I am there – a poem to treasure and share.

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