Where Red Kites Dance

By amlee

Fri, 01 Nov 2013
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O sing me a song of high soaring
of rarified air brushing cheeks
the gushed, rushing rendering 
vanished, banish last traces 
and remnants of sleep.
Under watery wintry sun's dawning
so yawning my wingtips find flight
sprightly leap into blind cloudy cover
hover as breath above tethering plight 
of my earthbound, beloved Kashmiris
still slumbered, encumbered they lie
between crewel cotton sheets crisply folded
holding bold dreamscapes of wide open skies.
 
Awaken, somnambulant giants! You
sky blue bloods of noble descent:
Hasten conquer your own crippled vision
lest you languish in a prisoner's lament.
Hail hope in your heart's boundless meadows
Train eyes where tall chinars have grown
Dust despair from your yesteryear's sorrows
Scatter seeds for a life you would own.
Then ring out a fresh rondel for freedom
Twirl as dervishes delighting, entranced
by the unfurling of a new godly kingdom
'neath the swoop of the kites' victory dance.
Certificate U
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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Such a shame you haven't had more comments on this, amlee.  Brilliantly written, and a special poem for me as we have a family of Red Kites that live on the moor which my house overlooks.

Much enjoyed.

Tina