Appropriately enough after the Winter Olympics, we start with an ice-hockey themed poem…
WE WILL ROCK
puck drops
sticks hack
run of blades
thud on boards
flick of stick
long pass
icing
and the call
“we will
we will rock you
stamp stamp clap
stamp stamp”
puck slap
cold feet, hard bench
peanuts and candy
crash of bodies
fall and slide
crack of stick
on puck
a lost game
a good game
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
THE CUTTING EDGE
turn your head until sunlight
cuts the edge of sight
without burning –
easy to gauge
not like love
where, if you shift too far
ice cracks under your feet –
too far the other way
and powder snow
suffocates the self
the secret is to find
the angle of tilt
and hold it
balanced on light
* Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for 25 years. Her middle-reader Those Blue Shoes is published by Clarity House Press. And poetry A Summer Father is published by Frontenac House of Calgary.
