Posted: April 18th, 2008 Track comments on this item via RSS
Atop the driver’s seat I perch,
sun burnt legs dangling.
Skin clings to sticky worn leather,
smells like gas and grease.
All elbows and ears
I run my hand along the tires.
Rotten apples squeeze
sweet juice between the rubber grooves.
Sun hits the blue metal body,
heats the black stick shift.
Under my sweaty freckled palm
gears grind with a crunch.
Daddy’s sunglasses
slip down the slope of my pink nose.
I honk the horn as
he turns the heavy wheel for home.
Rarely do people grow up to be what they wanted at age four. So far I’m doing exactly that. When I was a little girl I had two goals: to become a ballerina and then a writer. I grew up on an apple orchard in Summerland, BC with my parents and four sisters. I started dancing at age four and trained in Kelowna, Toronto, Banff, Calgary and Vancouver. I danced professionally with Ballet Victoria and Norwegian Cruise Lines. Afterwards, I attended Camosun College where I rediscovered my passion for writing. I am currently working towards a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree, majoring in Creative Writing with a minor in Journalism at the University of Victoria. Poetry and prose inspire me, especially writers like Ernest Hemingway, Alice Munro, Leonard Cohen and Sylvia Plath. My current dream is to find a career that blends what I love most: writing, music, art and dance.
Published April 2008
This entry is filed under Megan Gartrell, Poetry, Vol 1 Issue 2.
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