tethered
uploaded: Sat, Sep 24, 2016 @ 8:45 AM
This began at Land’s End, Cornwall a few years back but was only published in my collection Original Clichés earlier this year.
tethered Lands End, Cornwall a knot of photo-taking tourists then separated a lone man in a blue parka against the lead-grey sky holding an orange reel flying a kite tethered to his exultant arm mainland reaching further out over maen cliff the sea diving and soaring with the falling cadences of gulls an arc of arm and arc of string weightless as a pencil line stacked granite slabs squatting on cliffs thoughts of d-day francis drake, chichester, pilgrim fathers cutting the string what were their thoughts leaving plymouth and passing this no return point? chasing a new world. soldiers who might return. or not. the kite restrained to the motherland by an impossibly-thin umbilicus, trying to leave, plunging dipping straining its radius. there is no land’s end. it’s 1 mile to longships and 28 to the scillys and 3174 to new york. we are all of us anchored to some piece of land, somewhere. © rob walker 2016 from Original Clichés Ginninderra Press
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