For Poetry Friday, allow me to share with you a poem that has been with me all week. Have you ever had a moment like the one in the poem?
For other great poetry, roundup is at Wild Rose Reader.
Skater
She was all in black but for a yellow pony tail
that trailed from her cap, and bright blue gloves
that she held out wide, the feathery fingers spread,
as surely she stepped, click-clack, onto the frozen
top of the world. And there, with a clatter of blades,
she began to braid a loose path that broadened
into a meadow of curls. Across the ice she swooped
and then turned back and, halfway, bent her legs
and leapt into the air the way a crane leaps, blue gloves
lifting her lightly, and turned a snappy half-turn
there in the wind before coming down, arms wide,
skating backward right out of that moment, smiling back
at the woman she'd been just an instant before.
- Ted Kooser
from Delights & Shadows, Copper Canyon Press, Port Townsend, WA 2004
I love this one! I can't wait to read it to my girls when they get home from school.
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This is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful vision.
ReplyDelete"with a clatter of blades,
she began to braid a loose path that broadened
into a meadow of curls. "
sigh. thanks for sharing this.
Oh, I see this but I don't see skates, I see a pinto horse racing across the field and jumping a ditch. For just a moment two hearts are one with wings until the horses front hoofs touch the ground again. Sigh
ReplyDeleteThanks Irene for the memory
No matter how grown up we are, we are still the children we were...
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