Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Your poem could invoke chess or baseball, hopscotch or canasta, Monopoly or jai alai. The choice is yours!
As I finish my three-point turn,
instead of falling like usual,
I become the next Dorothy Hammill,
though some days I feel like a Tanya Harding--
all emotion and fury, though I keep cool;
floating like a butterfly,
jumping through the air, flipping,
back flipping, like a tornado.
I never want to come down,
yet I gracefully land;
my leg outstretched in an arabesque
similar to when I was a ballerina.
New friends come and go,
suggesting the death spiral
around those cute boys over there;
they grab us by the arms
and pull us in for a kiss,
the ice flying around us--
"Ma'am, you'll be okay,
it's not a concussion,
you didn't even hit your head;
it was just the shoulder!"