Fiction Poems

Playing on the mountain by Palo Stickland

Trundling up in this chairlift
Hunching into my collar
Higher and higher
Colder and colder

Leaving behind the clamour
Of those who, ant-like
Follow each other
Down the lower slopes

I am first
To reach the top

Lifting the safety bar
Sliding on to the waiting piste
A crown of peaks all around
Sharp, snow covered

Under the blue sky
They watch me

I am centre stage
Racing down the mountain
Hearing the sliding of my skis
On the new snow

And there, I heard that voice say
Play on, little one, this is your day.

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