ice dreams

Looking over my shoulder as the cold air hit my flesh

You can do it baby I hear my grandmother call to me

As it hit the ice I did one precise stroke

Gliding across this glistening pearl

The sun reflecting off the ice on to my eye

Don’t look down, don’t look down

I picked my head up leaning in and out

Dipping low and slow, FASTER!

Creating my own wind using force that I never knew that I had with in

Twirling faster than I ever could

Going through my routine my heart pounded harder than my blade hitting the ice

Spinning in and out of turns

Jumping in and out of jumps

One wrong stroke and I tumbled

Falling harder than I thought I would

My surroundings blacken

I lay as if I am lifeless

Get back up

Grabbing hold of the ice pulling myself up with tremendous mite

I slid my left foot under the right as I built up this turn

Will I make it or will I crash again?

I lean in arms wide pulling in everything around me

I clutch myself giving myself incredible force

Slowing, slowing, come out!

I lift my leg slowly as I twirl to a stop

Ah! I did it!

I lean forward right hand over my head and my left hand raised in front of me

Cheers erupted from the crowd

My tears flowed down my face

Again the sun reflected off the ice onto my face

Don’t look down this is your moment

Tears still flowing

 

 

 

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

This was a very beautiful piece. Very well written and I like the graceful flow of this. Excellent job.

[Sydelle Houston]

Ah yes, the power of positive thinking! As a person who used to enjoy ice skating as a teen, I can truly relate. Great write, just fix the word mite to might. Mite is a parasite. Ewww! :-)