Frigid In Fairbanks Poem by gershon hepner

In Fairbanks women who are frigid
carve sculptures out of ice
in winter, when their hands are rigid,
and water freezes in a trice.
A frigid woman can be hot
when working with a chisel
especially when sun is not
around to make them sizzle,
but when the water doesn't freeze,
I wonder, do they climax
like melting poets for whom trees
are lumbered with a rhyme-ax?


Bruce Weber write from Fairbanks, Alaska, about the 'frigid women' who have entered the first all-female team in the International Ice Art Championships that are held annually in Fairbanks each March ('It Takes Creativity to Thaw the Soul: In a City of Frozen Dusk, Galleries and Theaters Are True Lifesavers, ' the NYT, February 4,1999) .

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