Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Knees

Two wheels and no hands
Staring down the hill
Will I do it?
Take the dare
All the way down
Hands in the air

Feet on pedals
Push off with one
Hair flies back
An instant upon my seat
My bike wobbles
And I'm tumbling down

Off my bike and skidding
The pavement takes my skin
Picking myself up
And Oh, the pain I'm in!
The blood drips from my knees.

12 comments:

Tundiel said...

Oh, how I remember skinning my knees too many times... lovely flashback, Marjorie!

Crystal Pistol said...

Ouch! I still have scars on my knees from all the falling and skinning. My husband thinks they are sexy. :)

Hart Johnson said...

Ack! reading that makes me knees hurt! I was a daredevil, but never on a bike... I was more a climb real high, hang upside down daredevil, and there, I was pretty sure footed.

Cruella Collett said...

I've done this! Oddly, though, the pain I remember was not the physical one, but the terror of having to admit to my parents that I'd been racing down that hill on a bike without wearing a helmet! Made the knee seem splendid in comparison...

Marjorie said...

Mari, This is something I did. I do believe I lied by omitting the fact that I was riding down the hill with no hands. I think the real punishment was that we didn't have any peroxide and had to use rubbing alcohol.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

A painful read , hope you didn't hurt yourself too much. Excellently written.

Thanks for the comment. When I lived in Spain they are a very Kissy country,
Yvonne.

Leovi said...

Beautiful poem of an experience. We have chosen two of the same title, Knees, how beautiful coincidence plays L. Tomorrow A greeting.

Niki said...

owwwww I remember skinned knees. Good fun picking off scabs! hehe

Arlee Bird said...

No more daredevil days for me. I'd shatter into little pieces.


Lee
Tossing It Out

Ella said...

Oh, I have done that, except over a bumpy hill. I flew over the handle bars. I limped for weeks, while that scab recovered. And damaged my front tooth. Yeah, I stopped being wild n' crazy at 9yrs old ;-D Thanks for reminding me of being free~

Angela Felsted said...

I like the motion in this one. You're good at motion. First the jump rope, then the bike. And the blood dripping. I can see the blood dripping. I think you're a very fine poet.

Nf1andprek-whisper said...

i just relived learning how to ride my bike.. but I learned late like 10 years old... GREAT poem