Wednesdays of Art and Poetry: (poem), “The Kite”

(photo property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia)

He grabs the string and runs and the kite flies high, so high.

The colours mix and blend and bleed above the sky.

the string becomes a trail of smoke,

the kite a fighter jet,

the sky, once blue, is now a thought,

a threat,

a verb,

regret…

The children laughed, sang songs and played,

the earth below them pleasant.

The sun shines every day, it seems

on the houses of the peasants.

The naivete of children

is the strength that makes men saints,

because their smiles can wipe away the sins

that always block the way.

But a child holds in his hands a simple string,

while in your hand a trigger stings,

and your machine gun sings…

The grass is red,

the children dead,

the sky is dark with clouds,

and you will now forever be

destined to live without,

without the gentle voices that once whispered in your ears,

take me us fly our kites dear dad,

we’ve not done this for years…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 11 AGO 2020, Valencia, Spain

3 comments

  1. Brad Osborne · August 12, 2020

    Powerful and compelling, my friend! The metaphors and imagery paint a vivid scene. I was particularly fond of the line “The naivete of children is the strength that makes men saints”. Well written and emotional!

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · August 12, 2020

      Thank you Brad! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it my friend. All the best,
      Francisco

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