Great wings glide by Apollo’s blaze;
side-slips of gold to Sea’s fiery glaze.
Watery steeds rear with plunging might,
tossing spindrift manes, charged with Light,
to surge and shatter panes of turquoise translucence;
– riding high -
into the velvet, violet dark of momentary Night.
urgent Dawn unfurls her pearly sails,
looses rainbows, breathing snowflakes.
Mysterious platforms of frigid splendour afloat,
flirting with Fog’s fleeting veils, become
Virgin portals in an Ice- Queen’s moat.
Sun-gilded cliffs slice ocean drizzle –
silent, gliding wildernesses of White.
Monuments to Blue, daring Neptune’s chisel.
neon angels’ Ark de la Mer.
Parades of pristine gondalas;
podiums for penguins
- or Death-leopard’s lair?
Apparitions of frozen impermanence,
born of storm-wracked mountains,
- drifting -
Survivors of the odds.
From pillaged magnificence -
Ice gardens of the gods.
This is to commemorate the anniversary of my return from one of the most exquisite parts of the planet. I wrote the poem whilst on a special voyage which in itself seemed like a gift from the gods. Such was the profound effect of being there that I was more inspired than I had been since I was a child to write poetry. I struggled to translate the visual and emotional reactions I was experiencing and attempted to encapsulate my feelings via a poem which ended up being this…