Frozen On A Slope Too Steep
Frozen On Skis and A Slope Too Steep
(At the Urging of My Daughter)
“I hate you, I hate you,” I said
to my own child, who (wincingly) smiled.
“Just take the turn slowly,” she led
in a perfect and slow-motion wedge.
But in my starts, my tight pace undialed–
“I hate you, I hate you,” I said.
Beside us, snowboarders slip-sped
and skiers spit skid-curves of wild
at my child, who so wincingly smiled,
while I, cryogenically dead,
stuck fast to stilled tilt. She beguiled,
“just take the turn slowly,” and led.
I am not a good or experienced skier, and have a fair amount of fear of steep slopes, in part because I hate the loss of control I feel when going fast. So, here’s a poem both for the dVerse Poets prompt, hosted by Claudia Schoenfeld, to write about letting go, and a Real Toads prompt, hosted by Hedgewitch (Joy Ann Jones) to write a “cascade” poem, that is, one with a repeated line scheme. I’m not sure that I’ve met either challenge very successfully, but I did get to the bottom of the hill. (For more on either prompt, or the cascade form, check out the sites above.)
Further note, I would never have thought that I would ever be capable of saying such words to a child and both she and I were a bit shocked. I guess it is wrong to label what steep slopes inspire in me as a “fair amount” of fear. (I am okay on easy slopes and she and I really do get along quite well. She’s just a much better skier who’s learned that it’s best not to ask me to keep her company to higher heights!)Explore posts in the same categories: poetry, Uncategorized comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.