~ Hang-gliding (Revised) ~

For Jingle Poetry’s ‘Poetry Potluck’ this week, the theme is “a few of our favorite things”.  I have many favorite things, but hang-gliding definitely is close to the top of the list!

Image from Google Images


The whip of the wind across the mountain’s face

was fierce, but we were wrapped in thick layers.

My father tested heavy straps and snaps,

as the day bloomed a deep, clear blue.

Others were already up

and floating, with their wide, kite-sail wings.

They circled on thermals, moving

higher, tips tilted towards the sky.

We reclined in the harnesses, testing,

swinging back and forth

beneath the nylon triangle. Everything was still solid

and safe, on the mountain’s stone head.

Shuffling in bound tandem,

my father holding the cold bars’ steel weight,

we approached the take-off ramp, dirt worn flat,

from countless, pounding feet, and then

………………………………………………………..

……………………………………….

…………………………

…………

…..

The bright jangle of buckles was washed out

by the altimeter’s shriek, which echoed mine.

A free-fall moment in a pocket, then lift,

as the heavy main sail caught only air.

Mundane chains slipped away

and exhilaration floated us to freedom.

Bird’s-eye view, featherless flight,

patch-work fields and tiny, green trees,

broken by rivers of gossamer glass.

We didn’t plunge from heaven,

no Luciferian fall to Man’s earth.

We didn’t have to worry how closely we flew

to the sun — our wings would not melt.

All else so far below was framed

only by the horizon. It loomed larger

as time passed in a slipstream moment.

I sensed the bonds of humanity slip

that day, when I was twelve and flew with Dad.

 © ~ C.L.R. ~

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About dragonkatet

Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
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21 Responses to ~ Hang-gliding (Revised) ~

  1. Jingle says:

    flew with Dad,

    that is a daring and beautiful fly…
    Smiles.

    A++

  2. This did read as an adventure, shared joy. I like your background and pics as well, they made the story 🙂
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  3. fiveloaf says:

    thanks for bringing me on this magical flight you seemed to describe so well.. also, thanks for coming by my friend.. was a bit busy!

  4. bendedspoon says:

    Wow that moment is magical! Thank you so much for sharing with us that special bond up in the sky 🙂

  5. Wow! That must have been quite an experience! Your piece has got me thinking that I should add hang-gliding to my to-do list.

    • dragonkatet says:

      Thanks, yes, it was! I would do it again in a heartbeat. 🙂 I would definitely recommend adding it to your list – there is nothing like it, and words simply cannot do the experience justice!

  6. Gary says:

    The way you wrote this piece had me leaping from line to line, as I lived it vicariously through your words! I am not fond of heights, but if I ever care to journey through the winds up high, I’ll be visiting over and over to read this one very special tandem moment!

    Your blog, at first glance captures the imagination as it says “come, read, enjoy”

    • dragonkatet says:

      Aw, thank you so much, Gary. 🙂 I am glad that you enjoyed the adventure and that I could share the exhilaration of it with others. As for my blog, I welcome those who wish to wander and explore this great, big world (and other worlds, too!) with me. Welcome and thanks for stopping by.

  7. lolamouse says:

    This sounds like such a wonderful memory! Even though heights freak me out, that does sound like fun!

    • dragonkatet says:

      Thanks, lola. Yes, it was. If you thought *that* was scary, you should have been there for the drive up the side of the mountain: no guard rails, gravel, bumpy road with switchback after switchback, giant boulders we had to drive around and washouts which the rear tires tended to slip upon…actually, that was more frightening to me than the actual flight! 🙂 Thanks for reading.

  8. eebrinker says:

    beautiful! love your description of hang-gliding. often wondered what it would be-like, and your poem is like being there.

    closest i got to any “sailing sport” was to be stretched-out on the prow of a catamaran. but did take the wheel and fly an airplane when i was 6 years old 🙂 it’s the memories, isn’t it? and often not so much the “thing” — but that your dad wanted to share that with you.

    • dragonkatet says:

      Oh, thank you, E! 😀 It was an incredible experience – you should try it, if you ever get the chance! Never been on a catamaran, but always wondered what it would be like lol. Ooooo how exciting to fly a plane! You’re absolutely right – it’s the memories that make something so special.

  9. Jingle says:

    your poetry/blog is outstanding in many ways,

    please share a free verse with poets rally week 42 today,
    appreciate your beautiful talent and more.

    smiles.

  10. That was a beautiful memory you shared with us, once again you managed something real to look like a fairytale …

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