The Slide, a poem written by Michael McGuire at Spillwords.com
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The Slide

The Slide

written by: Michael McGuire

 

the nuns at school told us
every misdeed every sin left
a dark spot upon the soul
I imagined a black Crayola smudge
as we offered prayers for pagan babies
and the conversion of souls
in Russia
in another country a peasant girl collected firewood
not yet a sinner
not yet a saint soon to stumble
upon the grotto and the beautiful lady
but on the playground I stumbled too and
stuffed my pockets full of dark spots as
the possibility of sin appeared everywhere
like a blinding light
so terrible so bright I momentarily froze
in the glare
at the top of the slide
until my small trembling hands
pushed off and I screamed
my way down the twisty slide
sliding as fast as I could
propel myself faster
down
the chute
falling
into the stained darkness.

Michael McGuire

Michael McGuire

California based writer, interested in exploring, through poetry and memoir, the mystery of how we became who we are.
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