Blue Kite Poem by Leah Ayliffe

I flew a kite today for the first time in my memory.
The blue ribbons dangling, fluttering in the summer breeze
just a shade darker than the sky behind
where white clouds, smooth like water colours,
tickle thoughts of heaven.

A day just like any other
except special in a world far away from what anyone else will ever know.
My secret for forever
where only a newly dear friend can reflect on a shared dance with this inbetween state of time we've found ourselves in.

Swinging in the backyard writing a story of these things
like enchanting silver blood from a unicorn
dripping inks of purity in the written form
for others to try and mend together an image of what may have been.

I have bruises across my body
I'm not too sure where they came from.
Memory is a fickle thing,
you can't be sure if it's real
but it plays like a movie we believe to be true
Like our favourite songs and novels.

Four of us sitting sporadically inside the house, back door wide open so that it feels like we're still on the other side.
A girl writing on the couch
A girl writing on the hardwood floor,
and two young boys in a trance by the electronic age of video games.
I am a youthful woman still in the spotlight
yet also an old storybook lost in nostalgia.
Staring at my sparkling painted toe nails and the shorts of my adorable new summer romper,

I am so happy I have such a gorgeous aesthetic for my first time flying a kite.