Out Of The Blue Poem by Mary Champion

She had sold her soul to that damned company
then, without warning,
they had dispensed with her services.

Heavy hearted she dragged across the heath.
At the top, she stopped for breath,
and idly turned to glance behind her.
Then she saw it -
merriment personified -
the children flying their kites
like patchwork butterflies against a sapphire sky.
She watched as they spiralled in the breeze,
felt her spirits lift with the joyous laughter.

Memories of carefree childhood days
reminded her who she really was,
what she had always wanted to make of her life.

Throwing her arms wide
she looked up at the azure vault and screamed her defiance.
'F**k the bastards!
I'll fly my own kite
in my own sky! '