Glass Is A Liquid (in an ice-storm)

People who live in glass houses shouldn’t
try to contact the people who live behind
curtains of ice, who live at the freezing-point
of heavy, heavy water and feel the crushing
betrayal of these delicate and terrible
transparencies, so suddenly scenic and
photogenic when the sun comes out at last,
the pretty pink sunbeams slanting under the
cloud-cover and stunning us all with multiple
magnifications of every tiny, terrifying detail.

And at night our ears tell a different story,
something out of the Dark Ages in the
tinkling fairy-music, as if we can hear the
hilarity of the ice-fairies who are impudently
teasing the outrageous giants of the air, who
are going, BANG! BANG! CRASH! BANG!

But then the ice-fairies always chime in
with more of their mocking laughter, impishly
reminding us that the music only seems to be
louder at night… and then they titter and skitter
away like shards of a broken mirror after a
wicked face has looked into it.

Glass Is A Liquid (in an ice-storm)

Nancy Ames

Calgary, Canada

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Artist's Description

This is a first-hand description of the 1998 ice-storm in Canada.

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