Saturday, 13 February 2010

Ice Skating

Glide, slide, slip
Toward and tumble over
Speed and dreams on
Blades of metal-thin strengthened thought.
Let the patterns reel out
As you slide through the ice;
(you can't create without cutting)
Watch the images paint out
From your palette of creation,
On the soles of your skates.

The session's over, the siren says.
The business is back and the boots are off,
But do the dreams remain?

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