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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 16, 2011 15:40:08 GMT -6
she skates on thin ice
breaks through and finds herself
flying
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 16, 2011 17:00:48 GMT -6
Interesting - I normally think that when one breaks through the ice they fall rather than fly a different way to see it but then, i like different. I do however find the final line a bit .... well, short. It feels like it should be longer even though the thought is completed.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 16, 2011 19:35:29 GMT -6
I love this poem too. It completely caught me off guard, and when it did, it made me really smile the biggest smile!~ Thank you Brigid, for brightening my day!
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 16, 2011 22:25:43 GMT -6
Thanks Tim and Deb, Glad you liked this one. It, of course, is intended to have a double meaning. Sometimes we have to venture out on thin ice, or out on a limb, to have a "breakthrough" and learn how to fly. Sorry I confused you with my mixed metaphors, Tim.  Brigid |
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 16, 2011 23:27:30 GMT -6
That's ok - I like the confusion - I'm very big on doing things with words that stretch their normal useage.
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Post by eiken on Mar 17, 2011 5:01:20 GMT -6
I love the double entendre in this Brigid, the last word that came to mind when I read it first was "wet" and then I got the double meaning and found it to be really wonderful. We used to skate outdoors every year in Holland, most winters the field near our home was flooded and when iced over, was a great place to skate. There was a garage there from the farm where they sold hot chocolate and worst (dutch sausage) or erwtensoep - pea soup with sausage, very dutch. This reminded me of those great days:)) The joy on my daughters little face when she took off on her own. |
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