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Free verse № 145619

Royal Blades

by Dovina

Member since 2004 · Posted 1 Sep 2006 · 6 comments

She steps from floor to ice. Racing blades swish with Jordache tights. Thighs push, right arm swings, left hand fixed behind her back. Approaching the turn, she crouches low, chin up, close to the blocks, right skate over left. Centrifugal surge, male eyes observe. It’s a rebirth out there on the ice. If only the poetry bunch could see her now.

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[8] A_Dark_Calm 3-Sep-06/6:11 AM Reply
Love the way you almost rhyme ice and tights.
[8] Ranger 4-Sep-06/12:00 AM Reply
Did I catch a slight hint of smugness there? I assume the poem's about you, kudos for being able to skate; I can't.

Word of warning - this poem could easily be read to carry a much more sinister meaning, if the reader has a slightly deranged mind (like mine).
[n/a] Dovina › Ranger 4-Sep-06/3:58 PM Reply
I can’t skate either, not very well, not anymore. It’s turning time back to when I could and when I didn’t write poetry, and putting then and now together for best bragging. And you thought your mind was slightly deranged.
[8] amanda_dcosta 4-Sep-06/12:59 PM Reply
Hmmmmm , Nice scene..... and if only the poetry bunch could see her now? wow.
[10] nypoet22 10-Sep-06/9:49 PM Reply
i like this even more for knowing its background.
[7] Zoe 26-Oct-06/11:13 AM Reply
Muscular writing! Not sure about the last line. There's a whole other story there.