skating in sweden
Sigtuna-Stockholm
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> Between old wooden houses
> We walk down
> On the promised ice
> Sigtuna!
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> Our brand new
> Skates carry us away
> Stumbling falling
> Trying to find the fine
> Balance we thought
> We owned back home
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> Around us empty
> Space the shores
> Silent but for
> The Viking army
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> The trees witness
> Our despair our
> Determination to
> Match winter in Sweden
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> Far above us birds
> Glide without effort
> Elegantly against
> The blue Skye
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> We rest we pause
> We talk we warm
> Ourselves at the fire
> Like kids we enjoy
> Burned sausages
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> The last stretch of
> Ice brings us
> Into the heart
> Of sophisticated
> Stockholm the fading
> Sunlight colours the
> Vast whiteness of our
> Imagination
out in the archipelango
our breakfast hesitated
our stomachs disagreed
to start the day with
grey clouds and wind
we skated until the
border of the black ice
mirroring small islands
and clearing skye
all of us dreamt
crossing straight
over the black plain
forgetting about fear
with long strokes we
skated sailing in
the strong western wind
on wings of fate
in a hideous corner
suddenly ulrika fell
red blood on white snow
she didn’t say a word
of pain before sturdily
she went on pale and plastered
the last clouds left
heaven to a red sun
between the far isles
spots of horizon
filled our minds
with a sense of freedom
and endless space
Back on black ice
Eagerly we got out
In early morning
To fulfill our last day
Outward bound
The low sun sent
Orange beams over
The shining surface
Our feet didn’t hesitate
Our aches and pains
Were forgotten
As we danced
As swans on the sea
Until the edge
Of the open sea
We skated and
Wondered how thick the ice
The surface had frozen
This night under
Bright stars after
Our hot sauna
Over dinner we
Had discovered
Closeness common pleasure
And old comradeship
Just when our minds
Touched heaven the ice
Broke and the cold water
Tried to pull me down
The swift rescue
Changed drama for
A nice story :
Swedish skating adventure