Red Kite poem by Dyfed Lloyd Evans
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Red Kite
Red kite returns to native range
Grace upon the wing
Hoverer in the heavens
Aerial acrobat
Raptor silence pervades the vale
Eyes scan the floor for prey
Russet wings fold — plumeting
A bullet drops from the sky
To stop
Scooping its still-squealing meal.
The acrobatic show of life
that means another's death.
The kite feeds this day
Talons clawing in existence
Hook-beaked head staring
Scrying an uncertain future.
Grace upon the wing
Hoverer in the heavens
Aerial acrobat
Raptor silence pervades the vale
Eyes scan the floor for prey
Russet wings fold — plumeting
A bullet drops from the sky
To stop
Scooping its still-squealing meal.
The acrobatic show of life
that means another's death.
The kite feeds this day
Talons clawing in existence
Hook-beaked head staring
Scrying an uncertain future.
This poem was inspired by a trip to Mid Wales where I was driving along a hilltop and a red kite was hovering below me. Efectively I had a kite's viewpoint of the kite itself and everything that it saw below it. This is an attempt at mixing the tales of the kite's plight but also the view of the kite and the scene as experienced through the kite's own viewpoint.
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