I remember first time I skated with my mother and sister. Mom and my sister were so darn adept on their skates…they could actually stand up witout wobbling! I must have been about four wearing dark brown leather skates that folded at the ankle, so my body rested on the leather rather than those blades. But my mother was so patient with me…chubby me, clumsy as could be…no side boards to hand on to …just low snow banks after they had shoveled a personal skating rink just for us on the river behind GrandMaman’s house. I must have been wearing my older cousin’s skates…boy’s skates to boot!
I later managed to stand up on better skates but wobbly I was. One night when I was about 12 the river was cleared of snow and my uncle wanted to go out skating with his girlfriend…well! I decided to tag along this romantic venture…but I did stay back several feet…it was a full moon, we skated across the river…whoosh…scratch…whoosh, whoosh…the moon was so bright we could even skate to the little inlets…I was a bit worried the ice may not be as thick but still felt safe following my uncle…my hero. What a guy to let his niece tag along on this magical evening. I will never forget that night…whoosh, whoosh…scratch…whoosh, whoosh…wind blowing softly on my face.
children giggling
wobbling on the ice
river holds
hands clasped
lovers glide on the river
under a full moon
whoosh whoosh
blades scratch the river floor
frozen in time.
© Tournesol ’14
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Oh WOW, I love this story–Wonderful!! And most gorgeous 3 stanzas!
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Thanks! I have so much to say about skating…I stopped by the atrium at lunch time and thought…Oh NO! I could have talked about this too…then memories of skating on Beaver Lake in Montreal and Rideau Canal in Ottawa…oh well, that will have to go to another prompt:) You are so very kind and supportive of my poetry, thanks so much:)
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You’re most welcome–it helps when the comments are mutual!
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That photo is amazing to accompany your writing!
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Well the first top one is awesome isn’t it but I did not take it…Deviant Art, Jessie Botanical did. The bottom one I took at lunch time:)
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A pleasure to read … and I really felt the whooshing wind on my face …
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I was also looking for a word to describing the scraping of the blade on the ice…hmmm
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I think you found it! It’s certainly suitable.
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Thanks so much, Georgia…You are so kind to keep up to date on my poems…I`ve neglected my reading so much.
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I don’t keep as much up to date as I’d like 🙂 and I certainly don’t feel neglected!
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Superb. You are a haibun writer, or haibun poet. I know when I come to this blog I will always get high quality – I enjoy the haibun the most.
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Your words are most appreciated, Hamish, before understanding haiku, I wrote short stories with a 3 line (17 syllable poem) but not fitting to be truly haiku…I have to look back on my other blog where I write more. Thank you so much for your kind words…it is haibun writing that I find most enjoyable.
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The first time I went skating was with my friend when we were nine. I fell over so often and had a great good laugh each and every time.
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I never skated well but with my long legs, boys would put me on their team at carnival time for racing:) even skiing I was scared…cross country but not downhill and I am surrounded by so many mountains.
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