Frozen
Pond
by Joanne Faries
first
layer glistened in the sun
second
and more glazed surface bluish
until
the ice was leaden gray, stolid
word
traveled before days of texts
social
media was the knock on the door
excited
squeals, exhorted to grab skates
caps,
mittens, red scarfs, rustle of ski pants
we
blew on our hands, then fingers fumbled
to
lace skates. Gloves on, we wobbled
pushed
off from makeshift log seats
uncertain
of space
no
indoor circle. No calliope
music
blare or disco ball for couples skate
embrace
freedom to dash, meander, spin
avoid
older boys’ hockey game
reddened
cheeks, drippy noses
we
exhaled fog and shouted, “Tag, you’re it.”
until
legs wearied, lungs burned
backside
bruised from too many spills
afternoon
sun waned
we
trudged home
skates
clicked, dangled from our hands
kitchen
light beckoned
hot
chocolate hope
And it was soooo much fun.
ReplyDeleteI really like this. Nicely written! :)
ReplyDeleteHello greetings and good wishes.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem which is in marked contrast to what many people are doing in the present times sitting at home watch movies or playing computer games or chatting on the internet or sending text messages on the mobile phones.
Physical activity gives us good health, shapes up our body, gives us good appetite and sleep and gives us the energy to cope up with a stressful day.
Best wishes.
The last line's my favourite. Hot chocolate for the win ;)
ReplyDeleteHow neat to remember social media as a knock on the door. Even though we Texans don't put skates and ice together, we sure get the hope of hot chocolate. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSue at CollectInTexas Gal
Aw, that last line makes it all worth while, doesn't it? Great poem, Joanne. I could feel the chill and awkwardness that I always felt when attempting ice-skating.
ReplyDeleteAh, the joys of ice skating without technical distractions! Things have changed a lot, but nothing beats the taste of a hot chocolate on a cold day. Another wonderful poem, Joanne! The last line says it all!
ReplyDeleteJulie