Bio Note: The daughter of Hungarian immigrants, I could not speak English until six months before kindergarten, but always loved words. I have had short stories, articles, five non-fiction books, and numerous poems published. I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2022 by Lothlorien. I am also on the final draft of an immigrant novel set in the Mon Valley of Pennsylvania. In 2023, Kelsay books will publish my book of poetry titled "I Come From Immigrants."
Encased in Ice
Warnings sound to stay at home as a ten-hour ice storm approaches. The first pellets hit the ground, camouflaging their entrance in the veil of night and freezing rain. Dark clouds conceal the sunrise, but not the shiny layer forming on snow, walks, driveway. Birds and squirrels disappear. As the long hours pass, the icy sheen thickens, fills with artistic designs, and locks me in, an elderly prisoner in my own home. Icicles form and hang. A transparent layer coats limbs of trees and bushes. By the tenth hour, the road is crusted in ice and snow. A red truck pulls up in front of my house. My snow crew descends, but not with shovels, with salt. Within an hour, ice holding me captive starts to bubble and release me as if telling me, Covid is enough.
The one before me was an ectopic pregnancy surgically removed, as they told Mama she’d probably never conceive again, and Papa cried. Eleven years later, in a winter blizzard, I came into the world in a difficult birth after they told Papa neither Mama nor I would survive. Two years later, Mama miscarried a male infant at five months, her final attempt. Whatever I did in life, I always did for three.
©2023 Margaret Duda
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