I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?
For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above. This month's prompts include: hospital, hotel, humming, ice-skating, illness, kitchen table, knife, laundry, library, lunch.
ICE SKATING
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| I, TONYA - if you haven't seen this movie, you should remedy that! |
I can
only recall ever ice skating once – at Pelham (indoor) Ice Rink
when I was in high school. I loved the romance of ice skating, the
beauty of the sport, and how we'd follow the Olympic figure skaters (Tonya
Harding and Nancy Kerrigan, anyone?). It was fun to wear a sweater in
summer and lace into white skate with shiny blades. I thought it
would be like roller skating, and I guess it was, a little. I wasn't
on the ice long enough to get comfortable – my ankles kept
collapsing in my skates, and I retreated to the sidelines... maybe memories of broken
bones make me give it up, I'm not sure. I've later learned from skater-writer friend Anita Saxena that the
ankle-thing is a common experience among non-skaters in rented
skates, and that I might have better luck in some quality skates.
Maybe someday I'll give it a whirl. But right now I am content to
watch others. (This totally deserves a poem... marking this in my notebook to do later!)
What a time that was with the Harding-Kerrigan thing, & even a movie later! I skated a lot when we lived on the lake & it is different from roller skating. I'd love to have been better at it, but it was fun anyway.
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