ICY SURFING: A NEW POEM...

Icy Surfing

Embroiled, the keen white surf

Rose, spun and cascaded

Noisily,

Scattering icy droplets at my chilled face,

My aching, reddened hands

And into my boots it pervaded, 

Creepily…

Uncoiled, a biting offshore wind

Threw, spat and thrummed

Clumsily,

Spraying stinging surf at my taut face,

My tousled silvered hair

And onto my board it drummed,

Cursedly… 

Pete Ray

February 2018

So cold in the sea on 23rd February, 2018, despite my wet-suit.

The offshore wind turned some surf back on itself and it whipped into my face like pins of hail but also clattered onto my board like it was a snare-drum…