Ice Skater - Poem by Phil Soar

In a figure of eight,
She skates.

Blades artistically carve motion on ice,
Watching her dance,
I shiver as she glides,
And when she spins, her grace is like a ballet.

And as the air warms,
Traces of her dance are no longer visible,
And no-one would know she had danced at all.

Poems by Phil Soar

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