Shall I fly my kite of cherry red?

In the sand,
with string in hand
and seaside shirt
of blue and white
and cotton pants,
dancing, with the wind
taking the lead.

I’ve seen the dolphins
prance at sea,
they do the dive and jive
with the creamy foam-tipped
turquoise waves,
dancing to their own melody.

I shall fly my cherry red kite.

31 thoughts on “Kite flying

  1. dear gabrielle,

    happiness filled me with the lovely imagery you presented here. i remember the beach (which i love most), the kite and the magnificent view of the sea. i have them chronicled in a poem entitled: Happiness Is A Hammock Under A Shady Tree; and my prose piece entitled: The Kite.

    thanks for evoking nostalgia and bringing me home once again.

    1. Thank you hames1977 – I think a hammock under a shady tree is even better than flying a kite – haha. A while back I saw three elderly people on the beach flying kites – it was inspirational πŸ™‚

  2. It’s a kite and it’s RED! I read that and I was that kid again walking the mud flats in the Bay of Fundy. You do know how to take a person to another place in your poetry.

    1. Thank you Val. I used to walk in mud flats with my good friend Marilyn when we were kids and we used to sink into mud up to our knees – had so much fun. If you ever visit me we can fly kites together on the beach πŸ™‚

    1. Ah yes Graham – that sound (I can hear it in my head) when the kite gets a good gust of wind and the string pulls taut – now I will be thinking about how to describe that sound in words – haha.

  3. Oh, Gabrielle, I really love this. It is cheery and pure and conjures up the feelings I used to experience as a child when I flew my kite at the seaside. So jolly. Kites are magical things!

    1. Thanks Selma (and thanks for the link on your blog to the poem πŸ™‚ ). I was aiming for pure, with the clean colours, and so forth. Kites always amaze me – it’s the sort of activity people should do more of, but we tend not to for some reason.

  4. i dont know why but somehow this has a quality of foreverness, it has a female poets clear eye and reminds me of emily dickinson, something about it, it creates its own unique and compelling space of wonder, like a gem catching the light, throwing rainbow colors

    1. Thank you for your wonderful, thoughtful comment tipota. I love Emily Dickinson! The poem started with me loving these lines from T.S. Eliot’s long poem ‘The love song of J. ALfred Prufrock’ :
      ‘Do I dare to eat a peach?
      I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
      I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.’ and I wanted to write something along those lines (have been meaning to for ages). THe Eliot poem also reminds me of some poetry from the late and great Squires πŸ˜‰

  5. ah. aloha Gabrielle.
    yes. a great decision
    to fly
    your cherry red kite.
    bwahahahaha – laughing
    by the sea.

    i’ll watch the colors
    off and on the shore.

    laughing
    with each decision
    that i make
    to spend a day
    in these colors
    by the sea.

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