Ice Skater

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I could have been a prodigy

if I’d grown up in Upper Saxony,

in my father’s small town with big

lakes and forests and seven aunts,

all widowed in the war and

eager to teach me to ski, langlauf

and skate on ice by the age of three.

But that would mean rewriting history.

 

I learned at Streatham Arena,

an unsteady teenager, shuffling along

to the Wurlitzer Juke Box, always cold

and cautious, clinging on to the boards.

Now, each winter, I join the crowds

at Somerset House and get by as well

as anyone else, tipsy on Glühwein.

But I’ve never done a back flip or

a spin or a cantilever or a triple lutz.

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Ice Skater

  • Vicky

    I love the ambiguous tone of this poem.

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