Still skating

A frozen pond was where
My social life began
Holding a willing woolen
Mitten as she and I would glide
Round lantern lit ice
On a glistening pond
Made glass smooth watered by
Early morning efforts of volunteers
Shoveled as snow would fall by all

Now on inline skates
My pond's a parking lot
Empty this evening but
Lit by halogen lamps
Not nearly as fetchingly flickering
the woolen mits gone replaced
By wrist braces elbow and knee pads
A protective helmet now my touque
My graceful glide now
Muted to a stuttering stagger

Yet the hand I hold is constant

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-24 at 00:00

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Beautifully articulated. I bookmarked the poem as soon as I read it. Bravissimo!

jim The PoetBay support member heart!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
At least you are still having a go (as we say in Aus). Perhaps all the accoutrements are simply a sign of a modern cotton ball society :) I enjoyed this

Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Awwww how touching. A metaphor for life, one can say. I like the two contrasting visions. First, the young, dashing, confident man alongside his equally confident, young, willing mitten! (Were you smitten by the mitten?) And now, you still hold hands... skating in the parking lot. Holding hands is so intimate. I keep on reading this because I love it!

nice one Josephus!
thank you for sharing!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!