Sauna

I took a bath in chilled champagne
Bubbles pop across heated skin
I emerge from a hole hewn into ice
Granddad’s job earlier that day
The milky layer with sharp edges
Thicker than my hand is wide
Promises joy and death
I pull myself up the wrought iron steps
Bare feet rush in wet pitter-patter
Across icy ground to reach my soft robe
The sound of heat radiates from fluffy fibres
Scent of pine resin caresses me
As we walk chattering back to the house
And the fiery embrace of the sauna