My submission to Magpie 44. (Magpie photo at bottom of this post) Click HERE to see other entries. This is actually my 2nd version - I need to learn to massage a poem, alter and ponder the words, and make changes before I post it. I have submitted this to Wednesday's One Shot Poetry. Click HERE to see other entries - you won't be disappointed if you do.
Grant me a moment to indulge in reminiscence, of
An earlier time displayed by this fading image of youth.
A moment to relive the joy of exuberant bumps,
Unexpected bounces, graceful glides and surprising finishes.
Vigor slowly seeping from these hands of mine, I
Fondly recall their firmness and courage as they
grasped the Roman shield of life and descended
Life's hill, engaging in battle, in search of just rewards.
My heart faintly beats with fond recollection of
Youthful force careening and bold.
Strength of convictions and destiny held the
Keys to reason, untutored but sure.
I preferred the path of a clipper, sporting and fearless
No dainty cutter, I. Cherubs and beauty no lure, that is
Until knocked off, tumbling and lost half way in life.
Grasping for a hold, seeking a descent, controlled and safe.
Steadying and slowing the pace of life, your
sweetness and joy created newfound momentum.
As unique a design hand-painted on dear Rosebud, you
A cutter after all I rode, with new precious cargo aboard.
A twisting of the previously "foreseen" path, I proudly
Showcased you, my "top-of-the-line" model, steerable by small degree.
A bit of a wild ride ensued on your very own red painted Flyer
Gradually my own runners worn, I watched you speed ahead.
Gliding towards the finish line, heart-bounty secured,
My life's force grateful and content, with
Vintage paint crackling, vibrant no longer, I
Resplendently slide to a stop, anticipating the ascent.
by Margaret Bednar
The above photos are ones I found in my boxes that desperately need organization. The top is of my oldest sister who passed away when I was two years of age. The poem is obviously not about her, nor anyone actually - just made up in my head. The bottom is my husband with two of his brothers - he is sandwiched in between. I think this is my first unstructured poem - not rhyming or counting syllables. Not sure what it is called... freeform?
When researching for the above poem, I learned that Roman soldiers used their shields to sled down hills during battle. In the late 1800's and early - mid 1900's, sleds were designed specifically for boys (clippers) low slung and fast, and for girls (cutters) dainty and "safer". "Rosebud" is a reference to a line in the movie "Citizen Kane"... Many say this is one of the best movies of all time... Before mass production, many sleds had hand-painted designs - and this is what makes them highly collectable today. The "Flexible Flyer" was one of the first sleds that touted some control with steering.
Magpie Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid who ALWAYS supplies awesome reference images.