Night Skating
I slip out at night
and take my soul skating
on the frozen lake,
carving cryptic glyphs into the ice
that tell the stories of the angels.
Opening my arms
and tilting back my head,
I gaze at the stars
that reflect their shine upon the ice.
I spin on one leg,
boring flumes into the ice
that spew effervescent spumes
into the sky.
I watch as the foam transforms
into white-winged angels.
Together we dance on diamonds
of reflected stars.
They then spread their wings
and fly high to the sky.
I circle the lake,
then stop and pull off my skates.
I take one last look at the sky,
then walk home
through newly falling snow
that lands on my shoulders,
light, like angel feathers.
Cynthia Pitman from Orlando, Florida is the author of three poetry collections: The White Room, Blood Orange, and Breathe (Aldrich Press, Kelsay Books). Her work has been published in Vita Brevis anthologies Pain and Renewal, Brought to Sight & Swept Away, Nothing Divine Dies, What is All This Sweet Work?, in journals Amethyst Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Third Wednesday (One Sentence Poem finalist), Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art (Pushcart Prize fiction nominee), Red Fez (Story of the Week) and others.
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