penny in a castle

A digital chapbook.

Night skating

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The moon is a dark ball
Sailing, swift, and shimmering
In a silver laced sliver of a cup
The stars sharp points of accompaniment.

Breathing jagged streams
Frozen, frost, and snow
Blinding lights shine out of the darkness
Silver blades strike against the smooth surface.

Push off from a pick point
Glide, stride, and slide
Absolute stillness in this bowl of silence
No one between the edge, myself and the night.

A small army of men appear
Whispering, muted and ready
Armoured to fight a battle of old
Pitched weekly on a skate scarred battlefield.

They bang wooden sticks
Slap, crash and crack
Not a word spoken yet all is understood
In the sound of the scrape of knives and ice.



Written by pennyinacastle

January 9, 2014 at 2:45 am

Posted in Poems

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