Frozen Pond Poem
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
Categories:
Frozen Pond,
poetry
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