(words in italic are taken from the poem A Kite for Aibhín, by Seamus Heaney)
Air from another life and time and place,
Pale blue heavenly air is supporting
A white wing beating high against the breeze,
And yes, it is a kite! As when one afternoon
All of us there trooped out
Among the briar hedges and stripped thorn,
I take my stand again, halt opposite
Anahorish Hill to scan the blue,
Back in that field to launch our long-tailed comet.
And now it hovers, tugs, veers, dives askew,
Lifts itself, goes with the wind until
It rises to loud cheers from us below.
Rises, and my hand is like a spindle
Unspooling, the kite a thin-stemmed flower
Climbing and carrying, carrying farther, higher
The longing in the breast and planted feet
And gazing face and heart of the kite flier
Until string breaks and—separate, elate—
The kite takes off, itself alone, a windfall.
The build. I finished school and looked on MOCPages and saw that this was due today (I thought it was due tomorrow :P). So I had to whip up something quick!
Fly like the wind!
Thanks for looking! God Bless!
Extra note: This was a fun contest, Thank you all judges for being a part of this contest. It's a bit sad to see it come to an end.... but then again, it was a good finishing time (with MO and all). Thanks again to all the judges and contestants!