Nancy L. Meek

BEAUTY ON THE ICE

When skates meet the ice,
With blade beneath the boot,
Music and motion splice
In Olympian pursuit…
Pursuit of flawless form
To equal gods of yore,
To rise above the norm
To reach the perfect score.
My heart, solemn, beats
As perfection breaks the mold,
As the victor, frozen, meets
The beauty of the gold!