Vintage Poems-

I was instantly hooked on this one. I love poems that give the readers an instruction – that tell us how. Plus, the imagery is just gorgeous. Enjoy!Inferno, Meet My BridgesBy Rebecca EricksonIce polishes the streets as a manand a woman struggle to meeton a bridge. They slip, hips hitice; her bare hands reach for his.Still they rise, skates throw ice dustbehind them. Again, they fall. Joiningwould be like the sun's caress—letting warmthseep into ice. Tired and bruised, knees kissthe ground. The bridge begins to burn; she flickersbehind flames as she steps toward him.You see, the key to a good marriage is neverhating each other at the same time, blames lickblisters on her legs. She reaches for him,about as possible as cradling a crescentmoon. On the other side, the man freezes, eyes whipback and forth, no signals demand his feel to move.She picks up her pace; fire swirlsin her eyes. Smoke makes a homein her lungs. Tire chases her; the bridge-starts to collapse. The only thoughtin his head screams at him to reach her. The moonwitnesses him awakening, his sprint to her,and their plummet to the polish below.Originally published in Pasque Petals 89.1, Spring 2015Featured image by SETShots under the creative commons license on Flickr.