Kite Flight

KITE FLIGHT Kite flying over the river Lofty floating yellow girl With fluttering sail a-quiver And her tail in a fleeting swirl Her paper lungs with air she’d inflate And flitter near the clouds with ease Sometimes flirty, and rising taut Then flying flat, riding the steady breeze Flattering it with her beauty flaunted Seeming to flit in and out of the sunlight She flouted the ground, scorned it, taunted - Oh, it was a glorious flight ! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. Entered in Gwendolen Rix's Contest Lets Go Fly A Kite ! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . Without any doubt or hesitation, I am pleased to say that the most helpful and influential poet on the Soup for me has been, and continues to be, Debbie Guzzi...Thanks again Debs !