Lurching to a different tide

On frozen seas in leather ships

Wtih meta keels that carve the surf,

Ploughing on to mushy shores

 

Distant lands of crystal white

All rolling dunes of desert cold

That mock the liquid-solid sand,

Counting farenheit for size

 

Ice that curates Winter’s art

And bottles Nature’s death in glass

Maturing in her frosty vats,

Snow that makes the bridge to Spring

 

 

Written whilst listening to Rene Aubry’s song “Sirtaki a Helsinki” –

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