Thanks
Colin
----- Original Message -----
From: "Mike Horwood" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, February 16, 2004 7:52 AM
Subject: Re: newsub/flight/colin
> Hi Colin,
I guess either of your suggestions would fit. Using phoenix might
seem a bit over-dramatic in one sense, but then it could be taken as
tongue-in-cheek.
Best wishes, Mike
> Lähettäjä: Colin dewar <[log in to unmask]>
> Päiväys: 2004/02/13 pe PM 11:15:18 GMT+02:00
> Vastaanottaja: [log in to unmask]
> Aihe: Re: newsub/flight/mike
>
> Mike,
>
> Well done. Phoenix was indeed the word I had originally, after the novel
> with the same name and for the reasons you mentioned. However I was uneasy
> about such a straight forward title for such a straight forward poem.
Would
> "Phoenix" be too naff? Or how about "Island of Canna"?
>
> Colin
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Mike Horwood" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Friday, February 13, 2004 9:57 AM
> Subject: Re: newsub/flight
>
>
> > Hello Colin,
> What about `Flight of the Phoenix´? Despite the lack of
flames
> this kite does rise from the dead in one sense. A nice tale, though I
found
> the phrase `Such kept....´in line 7 a rather awkward construction.
>
>
>
>
> Best wishes, Mike
>
>
> > Lähettäjä: Colin dewar <[log in to unmask]>
> > Päiväys: 2004/02/11 ke PM 10:50:51 GMT+02:00
> > Vastaanottaja: [log in to unmask]
> > Aihe: newsub/flight
> >
> > Flight of the...
> >
> >
> >
> > It lay in the drawer
> > with blue nylon softened by dust,
> > the kite I'd made at sixteen,
> > when most friends
> > preferred strong beer and cars
> > to any toy on string.
> > Such kept for later
> > I thought. Too soon
> > the soaring days were over,
> > fallen to a flat icon on the floor
> > and a cloth tail
> > folded...
> >
> > and so it waited
> > until this summer
> > when we took it by road
> > with your bucket and spade,
> > by ferry from Mallaig,
> > on foot over the whale
> > hump of Canna,
> > past hazels prevailing
> > in one direction
> > like the fingers of stiff hands,
> > a firm southerly easing us up
> > and over each basalt block,
> > bog cotton bent all the way,
> > wiry grasses streaming
> > to where rock, bog and grass
> > all dropped from view
> > where you looked with your weight
> > on the back foot
> > on small quiet breakers,
> > kicked moss and rabbit bones
> > to oblivion.
> >
> > It ripped up among astounded gulls,
> > a thrown diamond,
> > till it found its element and floated
> > as weightless as thought,
> > as the Cuillin of Skye in blue haze,
> > as furthest Hebrides on a levelled sea.
> > You took the cord with your strong, young hands
> > and held it.
> > Remember that moment,
> > the long, upward tug of joy.
> >
> >
> > Colin
> >
> > PS What is the word missing in the title? Any suggestions for a better
> > title?
> >
>
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