February 2, 2023


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READING: Calais Sunset Strip

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Calais' Sunset Strip










Events that trigger memories from long ago can be almost as precious as the thing they remind us of.   In the process of remembering, you hold onto what memory you have and just feel yourself being pulled – like feeling the pull of a Kite.



I watch the kite skip and flip

in a cold northerly wind.

It bites at my cheeks,

and gives my ears a nip,

tussles my hair ruggedly –

with as much abandon

as the long yellow ribbon

of the kite’s wriggling tail.


The young boy is nothing.

Featureless. A grey outline

in front of a weak winter sun.

His glee borne on the wind

like a seagull’s cry, but,

in indiscernible French.

His feet rattling the cold pebbles

of Calais’ sunset beach.


Watched by an adult male

with suave scarf buffeted

and dragged about his neck.

Hands dug deep in comforts

pockets, his face lit with pride,

he bends his knees in unison

with the highs and lows of flight –

barely disguising his paternal delight.


Tears form in my eyes,

and I don’t have to question

if the wind brought these too,

for all those years ago,

I’m remembering right now,

on Hilly Fields we, two kids,

would launch my kite to fly…

just my gleeful dad and I.



© Allen Ansell 2022

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5 thoughts on “READING: Calais Sunset Strip

  1. A very cool and calmed poem. So good and so nice and so enjoyable poem. So nicely written, described the connection, bond, moments and what not. You are a wonderful writer allen, keep going we have your back. Keep it up.

  2. Recalling the past is a beautiful thing whether it makes you sad or happy. I like this a lot. We can feel so much through a few words. The images I can picture in my mind. Well done on this. Inspiring writing.

  3. Amanda, thank you for reading and commenting. My dad passed many years ago and I have had a lot of time to ponder and remember things in our relationship. When I was very young he frequently took me to places to fly kites; I also remember fondly that there was a place called “Hilly Fields” that we went to many times to do this. In my minds eye it seems that we always had nice weather to do the kite flying, but you know I am also a realist and recognise that we wouldn’t have gone kite flying in bad weather anyway!
    Like I said in my preface, “In the process of remembering, you hold onto what memory you have and just feel yourself being pulled – like feeling the pull of a Kite.” You can’t help yourself.

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