Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #214
My Helmet Cracked
by Belinda Roddie
My helmet cracked as I toppled off my
bicycle and slammed into the asphalt.
I thought for sure that I was set to die,
to shuffle off this life and taste the salt
beneath the earth's crust. No! I was okay;
my helmet has served its purpose quite well,
protecting me from brain damage today,
a shield for my dear, vulnerable skull.
My legs were scraped up badly, and my arms
were bruised, but no broken bones, certainly
not a broken head. I was hardly harmed,
though I limped back home less than happily.
My helmet was my new hero, although
I'd have to buy a new one tomorrow.
by Belinda Roddie
My helmet cracked as I toppled off my
bicycle and slammed into the asphalt.
I thought for sure that I was set to die,
to shuffle off this life and taste the salt
beneath the earth's crust. No! I was okay;
my helmet has served its purpose quite well,
protecting me from brain damage today,
a shield for my dear, vulnerable skull.
My legs were scraped up badly, and my arms
were bruised, but no broken bones, certainly
not a broken head. I was hardly harmed,
though I limped back home less than happily.
My helmet was my new hero, although
I'd have to buy a new one tomorrow.
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