Giant kites, for Poetry Friday

Happy Poetry Friday! Where are all these kites heading?

They are flying over a windy hillside at the Berkeley Marina on their way to...

...jama rattigan's alphabet soup, where I'm today's guest in her wonderful Poetry Potluck series for National Poetry Month. I should say, Kashi and I are her guests, and kite-fishing is the theme. Stop by to read my poem on the subject and all about lighthouse keepers and this ancient sport done from the high windows of lighthouses. While you're there, be sure to check out Jama's previous Potluck poets, their poems and recipes. You will be inspired. You may also suddenly feel hungry.

Here's another photo I took at the Berkeley Marina that will give you a better idea of the size of these kites:

and there's this one, which I love for its sky and the tininess of the kites and kite-flyers:

oh, and if you're not bored yet, this last one with its dogs going in two directions:

What a fabulous place it was, but incredibly windy on the day my daughter Vanessa, her boyfriend Erik, and I went to buy and fly a kite. We did the buying, then headed to Alameda Beach, where it was somewhat less windy, to do the flying.

Vanessa flying her kite

Today's poem is "kite," by Valerie Worth.

kite

The kite, kept

Indoors, wears

Dead paper

On tight-

Boned wood,

Pulls at the tied

Cord only

By its weight―

But held

To the wind,

It is another thing,

Turned strong,

Struck alive,

Wild to be torn

Away from the hand

Into high air:

Where it rides

Alone,

Glad,

A small, clear

Wing, having

Nothing at all

To do

With string.

Today's Poetry Friday roundup is at Random Noodling. Fly over and enjoy some poetry snacks. Thank you, Diane, for hosting!

Tea goes well
with
NaPoMo.