Michael Shepherd

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! The Kite The Wind Took As If A Poem - Poem by Michael Shepherd

You bought the kit,
couldn’t wait for Mum to clear the table
to spread its bits and pieces out

didn’t your Dad help you? Yes, of course –
those were the good times..
‘your Dad’… do we ever really realise
they had a life of their own,
not merely extras in the drama
of your life?

the wooden struts cut to length,
the careful, don’t hurry Michael cotton wound
around the glue, and then more glue,
put the top back on again Michael
or you’ll be sorry when you come to use it again…
what’s again, in a boy’s life? …

that special waterproofed paper
finally in place; Mum’s hair-dryer
cautiously used to tauten
the bright kite’s sail
not too near Michael,
read the instructions…

it’s alive now, the kite,
the two of you waiting
to learn about wind, even
what you thought a mere light breeze…

what strength! on that first outing
on the beach or in the park;
the mere light breeze
which as your kite sailed up there in the sky,
dipping, soaring around the other kites
like a half learned, half graceful dance
which the wind wrote

but you did not listen fully to:
a sudden pull of wind, a parting
somewhere between string and kite…

no longer your kite; now
it’s the wind’s kite
sailing off into the blue
to meet the clouds perhaps

was it your Dad, after
he too had been silent-sad,
or was it Mum as she wiped your face who said

the wind, the sky, loved it too much
to give it back

and so with poems.
Throw away the box and stuff
but keep the glue, it may, like memory,
come in useful
next time

and so with poems.
The wind, the sky,
deserve them for their own;
they can go further, faster, they’re more strong
than you;

let go the string, now, as it falls to earth;
watch the bright kite
till it's out of sight;
was it ever yours?

Comments about ! The Kite The Wind Took As If A Poem by Michael Shepherd

  • (3/8/2007 4:55:00 AM)

    Possibly the best analogy I have never thought of. Superb M. t x (Report)Reply

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  • (3/7/2007 11:40:00 AM)

    From the not wanting to wait for the clearing
    of the table, what kid would be able?
    To the working in of the poem writing aspect
    at the end of the poem.
    I thought it a strong poem
    and enjoyed it
    some really strong images here played
    well with my memories
    from stanza to stanza

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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