Mark Scrivener Poetry Blog No 29 Flying A Kite

FLYING A KITE

This poem was written with younger readers in mind. Writing for younger readers is challenging as there is less room for complex language. It is my belief however that a good poem for younger readers should also be rewarding for all readers if possible. Flying a kite makes one lift one's gaze to the sky, to the vastness of the world, giving us some feeling for the eternal and infinite. Perhaps we should do it more.

FLYING A KITE

First there is blue

with wind rushing through:

vastness and air,

room everywhere.

Then there's the kite

lifting to height,

catching on wind;

white ball of string

quickly unravelling.

Further from you,

climbing and travelling

into the blue,

but balanced by holding tight;

into the height

rises the kite.

You feel the wind,

the balancing:

the loop and fall,

the rise, the stilling pull.

You see the field of blue

and feel the distant diamond,

the blatant red on wind,

as linked to you. . .

you feel the playfulness

of balancing the stress;

a friend of wind and air and sky,

and see the rustle of the tail,

rippling-free on high.

But best of all you feel you sail

upon the blue,

upon the wind,

upon the boundlessness and blend

awareness with the vastness over you. . .

the endless horizon and world without end.