Font Color=darkvioletskates (School Assignment 8th) Poem by Jane Meyer

The ice is smooth, smooth, smooth.
I glimpse it out my window,
the clam water, frozen solid.

There they are,
pinned up by the laces,
to that old rusty nail,
in that forgotten corner of the room,
only ever looked upon,
when winter comes around.

Lacing them on,
I feel as if I’ve gained a friend,
one I’ve known for years.
The boot forms flawlessly to my foot,
hugging it in a secure embrace.

I walk,
tottering on the thin blades,
over the threshold,
out into the freezing air,
the cold snapping at my face.

I sink into the snow,
as I make my way to the lake.
The ice is smooth, smooth, smooth.

My blades hit the ice,
carving the surface,
in a pattern of snaking lines.

The music takes over,
playing in my head,
as I begin my dance.

I spin and twirl and jump,
feel that wonderful sensation,
as my feet lift off the ice.

I’m flying through the air,
streaking across the lake,
all in time to the music,
playing in my head.

As my performance comes to a close,
I let out a long, deep sigh.
For I know that by tomorrow,
my stage will be long gone.

So for now,
I’ll live in the moment,
floating over the ice,
just me and my skates.