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Array ( [sid] => 151000 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => 30 Below [time] => 2009-06-24 07:33:29 [hometext] => [bodytext] => You know...
Some people go
out into the snow
at thirty below with their kit off.
Not just their blouses
their boots and their trousers
but every conceivable
bit off.

Then, naked, they make
for a spot on a lake
that's been cleared of the ice
and the snow,
and, stripped to the skin,
they proceed to jump in
and go swimming at thirty below.

I've never seen that
or been that
or done that,
not in situ,
but a glimpse
on a screen
in a snap
in my mind
writing this
makes my
heart thump
my breath catch
with shock
awe
wonder
envy.

So beautiful.
Virgin snow
brooding ice
pure air
silent water.

So cold.
Crisp snow
steel ice.
Frosted air
ice water.
So welcoming.
So deadly.

Bare skin
warm blood
so out of place
so at home
so rebellious
so unlikely.

Barefoot
in the aching snow
bareskinned
in the arctic frost
cut raw
and the ice hole
so tempting
so frightening

And the
nerve...

And the water
shocking
paralyzing
cutting
whipping
each stoke
a fresh
life-giving
agony
unbearable
unrelenting
impossible

And the smiles
happy
free
joyful

And after
the glow
freeze-pink
in a field of
white,
undamaged
unharmed
triumphant

The agony
doing it
lasts minutes.
The agony
not being there
has lasted me
a lifetime

Tony Thorpe

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30 Below

Contributed by TonyThorpe on Wednesday, 24th June 2009 @ 07:33:29 AM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

You know...
Some people go
out into the snow
at thirty below with their kit off.
Not just their blouses
their boots and their trousers
but every conceivable
bit off.

Then, naked, they make
for a spot on a lake
that's been cleared of the ice
and the snow,
and, stripped to the skin,
they proceed to jump in
and go swimming at thirty below.

I've never seen that
or been that
or done that,
not in situ,
but a glimpse
on a screen
in a snap
in my mind
writing this
makes my
heart thump
my breath catch
with shock
awe
wonder
envy.

So beautiful.
Virgin snow
brooding ice
pure air
silent water.

So cold.
Crisp snow
steel ice.
Frosted air
ice water.
So welcoming.
So deadly.

Bare skin
warm blood
so out of place
so at home
so rebellious
so unlikely.

Barefoot
in the aching snow
bareskinned
in the arctic frost
cut raw
and the ice hole
so tempting
so frightening

And the
nerve...

And the water
shocking
paralyzing
cutting
whipping
each stoke
a fresh
life-giving
agony
unbearable
unrelenting
impossible

And the smiles
happy
free
joyful

And after
the glow
freeze-pink
in a field of
white,
undamaged
unharmed
triumphant

The agony
doing it
lasts minutes.
The agony
not being there
has lasted me
a lifetime

Tony Thorpe

Copyright © TonyThorpe ... [ 2009-06-24 07:33:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: 30 Below (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Wednesday, 24th June 2009 @ 08:45:07 AM AEST
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Great post! I can relate, as I've never liked the cold. There would have to be some sort of reward system. . . lol. elle

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