Pottery Corner 4
Red Kite
I saw you,
Angel of the North.
Steel straight span
Slicing the sky.
I saw the tattered crow,
Foul call and filthy coat,
Saw him flurry and slash.
Watched him rip.
As you tipped, barely.
Moving on,
Grace maintained.
In clear air again.
And I wanted to Apologise.
posted by David at 20:54
2 Comments:
You seem to pare the experience down to the essential, no flowery excesses. Excellent, I can see and feel it. The images stay with me. A privilege for writer, and for the readers.
9:22 pm
I don't get it.
3:56 pm
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