The Red Kite (bird of prey)
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By socialeaf
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In copper-coloured pools
blossoms ferment
Drowned ballerinas
kissed by the dancing feet
of water striders
The fickle southeasterly
whips up wispy skeletons
of last autumn’s fallen
high among the still-bare
branches where they would
once shimmer and thrive
A hovering red kite
hopefully waits for the
forest to inhale
Your hands
like unfurled ferns
shelter in your pockets
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Lovely poem, can perfectly
Lovely poem, can perfectly see 'Drowned ballerinas kissed by the dancing feet of water striders', awesome line.
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Beautiful! This is our Pick
Beautiful! This is our Pick of the Day! Do share if you can.
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This is our Poem of the Week!
This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations!
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It is beautiful and very much
It is beautiful and very much deserves all the cherries and honours - congratulations!
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This is lovely and that last
This is lovely and that last line says so much.
Lindy
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Wonderful!
The imagery is so evocative, how beautifully done!
Saw a pair the other day - spectacular!
J x
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