Flying Kites

This poem is a bit odd, I started free verse, unrhymed, unmetered couplets, but then I had a section of rhymed pentameter, followed by a rhymed 8 syllable couplet (what's the term for 8 syllable lines, I can't think of any). So, I may or may not go back and clean it up, but I like the loose start that goes into a more ordered feel.

Will you come and fly with me

a kite fashioned fresh for today?

You can sagely suggest which shades

of gossamer go well when seen side-by-side,

and then we’ll stroll our way

to a sunny stretch of field,

spreading wide a light blue blanket,

each corner anchored –

 

Hopkins, Rilke, Wordsworth, Donne –

against the gentle wind.

And once the kite has made its way aloft,

You can read in tones sweet and soft.

Their words, our kite, dancing each, lazily,

Upon a breeze, fashions our silence; free,

Beautiful, for I can think of nothing

Better to do, now, here, in this, the Spring,

Than sit with you and be your friend,

‘Till shadows long call the day’s end.