Niagara Ball Falls by Julie A. Dickson

American Falls dewatered, June-November 1969. Photo by Michael Dumele.
Image courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

Ball bounces to theriver       Niagara

swept downstream    in torrents   of

rushing current   thunderous      wild

over     falling into mist             gone

Kept back from theedge         mother

clings to my shirtback           I scream

loss of ball   the worst thing         ever

Father tells ofbarrels         going over

on purpose   on a dare          tightrope

stretched acrossraging        cold river

My child’s eye blindto       such feats

Guinness book but           some deaths

Broken bodies   barrels           swirling

detritus    among rocks     angry water

thrown up    tantrum of        white mist

When they dammed thefalls         dry

one year   we saw wood       fragments

dare-devil bones but            not my ball

Julie A. Dickson
Niagara Ball Falls written and published in Mini Mag 2023

Julie A. Dickson is originally from Buffalo, NY. Her father’s family was from Guelph and Vineland Station, Ontario, Canada in the late 1800’s, they founded the Culverhouse Canning Factory there. Dickson lived near Lake Erie and Niagara Falls until her early teens, when her family relocated to Massachusetts. Always the lakes-girls, her poems often reflect in memories of Lakes Ontario and Erie, and visiting the falls. Her poems appears in many journals including Ekphrastic Review, Misfit, Open Door and others; full length works on Amazon. Dickson has been a guest editor, past poetry board member, is an advocate for captive elephants and shares her home with two rescued cats.

Julie A. Dickson was the guest editor of the Ekphrastic Review challenge to write a poem inspired by Frederic Edwin Church’s painting Niagara, 1857See a page about ekphrastic poetry of Niagara, including the poems from the Ekphrastic Review

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