White Noise
Watching ski jumps
On our little TV
Dreaming of slopes
We'll never see
We huddled in the yellow dark
Burning my hair was just a lark
I wasn't scared
No not at all
I only screamed
To frighten you all
I only cried
Just a little bit
But it was a happy cry
Almost a laughing fit
The candle smelled
Like cheap chocolate
Wrapped in foil
And sickly sweet
The flame casting
Shapes on the wall
A rabbit
A swan
A twirling skirt doll
Our heads scraped
Our mountain ceiling
The flights and falls
All done and neat
The champion smiling
With wintry teeth
Sharp glossy hair
And steady feet
Photo: TheEgyptian / Wikimedia Commons
I smiled too
With ruby rust lips
And you got out
Your boots and skies
Got ready to conquer the streets
To sift through all our winters
All of our snows and sleets
Then we stacked our souls
Like Russian dolls
And they were old
And they were cheap
A little smoky at the seams
A little tight for all our dreams
And we watched the wall
Where wild ballerinas
Danced to the beat of the flame
Padded pointe steps
Expertly skipping the blame