Tintype on the Pond, 1925
Believe it or not,
the old woman said,
and I tried to picture it:
a girl,
the polished white ribs of a roast
tied to her boots with twine,
the twine coated with candle wax
so she could glide
uninterrupted
across the ice—
my mother,
skating on bones.
Copyright Credit: Reprinted from Eclipse by permission of the author. Poem copyright © 2004 by J. Lorraine Brown.
Source: Eclipse (2004)