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Kite

A vicious squallStrips the cherryRips petals off wild plumPulls at the splayed primariesOf the red kiteWho uses every fibre of her strengthTo maintain a semblance of controlIn twists and whorls of windAnd popping air pocketsPunching holesIn the spring-green skirtsOf the lime treesLining the A140Shopping mall parking FULL ~ CLP 16/04/2024 

A vicious squall
Strips the cherry
Rips petals off wild plum
Pulls at the splayed primaries
Of the red kite
Who uses every fibre of her strength
To maintain a semblance of control
In twists and whorls of wind
And popping air pockets
Punching holes
In the spring-green skirts
Of the lime trees
Lining the A140

Shopping mall parking FULL

~

CLP 16/04/2024

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  1. kim881 Avatar
    kim881

    Nicely done, Chris! I love the action in this poem, the

    ‘…twists and whorls of wind
    And popping air pockets
    Punching holes
    In the Spring-green stays
    Of the lime trees
    Lining the A149’.

    I live in a village not far from the A149.. And I like the surprise – typical!

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