But, first, a poem for a pre-NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Write Month – April) warm-up. Tomorrow is the first day of NaPoWriMo and I’m grateful for the exercise.
And now for our early-bird prompt (optional, like all our prompts!) Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poetic self-portrait. And specifically, we’d like you to write a poem in which you portray yourself in the guise of a historical or mythical figure. Does that sound a bit strange? Well, take a look at this poem by Mary-Kim Arnold, “Self Portrait as Semiramis,” or Tarfia Farzullah’s, “Self-Portrait as Artemis,” and perhaps you’ll get a sense of the possibilities.
I gracefully swirl,
my arms leading the way;
deep breath in,
slowly exhaling,
the blade cuts
the ice below me;
my arms continue
guiding me,
it reminds me of the time
when I learned how to drive –
my right arm
guides me left,
my feet follow,
kept straight,
knees bent
at a forty-five degree angle:
swirling in a perfect circle,
I descend from the ice –
a year ago, maybe even two,
this would have been unheard of:
terrified of the ice,
a monster that injures;
careful work and dedication,
breathe in, exhale out;
I’m grounded now,
I dance with a smile:
straight fees, bent knees,
slowly bending down,
picking up the ice crystals,
throwing them in excitement:
the crowd goes wild,
erupting in applause;
judges cry, scribbling numbers,
gold is placed around my neck, unexpected.
I conquered my fear and won crystallized gold.
Yesterday, I went to Center Ice in Oaks to continue practicing what I learned in New York City a couple of weeks ago. Since it was 73 degrees outside, the rink wasn’t crowded, and I met a few kind people while I skated. I skated in the center, didn’t fall, and continued practice skating in circles. I’m glad I took lessons and I’m glad I keep going back to Oaks in the off season, despite what happened two years ago with those teens.
I’m so proud of myself. Also, the guy I got a selfie with took the pictures. He was just learning to skate and he asked me for pointers! I told him what I learned from Erin in New York City; he took my advice and he looked great. What a lovely day.
Hi, Jessica Marie!
I enjoyed reading both sample poems along with the one you wrote portraying yourself in the guise of a Nancy Kerrigan or someone like her, a person who overcame her fear of injury on the ice to become a champion skater. It isn’t that much of a stretch, because you have come a long way in a short period of time. You overcame your fear of falling, put the incident with the rude teenagers behind you, and returned to Center Ice in Oaks to put the skating lesson you received in New York to good use, even being kind enough to pay it forward and instruct and encourage a beginner. That’s the style!
I wish you a happy week ahead, JM. Be sure to check out my annual April Fools’ Day post tomorrow. See you then, dear friend!
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