Ice Paradise

Fjord ho!

 

Ferry us north

Upon the back of a

Great sea beast.

As we glide across

The water like a

Skipping stone

We feel the chill

Of cleansing rain

On our wind burned faces.

 

Iceberg ahoy!

 

Bluer than the sky

In the summertime.

A clash of thunder

And ice calves down

Its glacial cliffs

Into emerald tides.

 

Our breath disperses

In clouds of steam

A mirror of the mist

Rising on the water.

 

As waves lap

Against our boots we know -

This is not merely paradise…

This is Valhalla.

Author's Note

Thoughts? Suggestions?

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

It's amazing how you can set a scene with your beautiful words. Another piece well written. I have no idea what this piece actually stands for, but I do know that the personal image I created in my noggin, was imaginary bliss. thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Briana, I am so glad you enjoyed it. It was about sailing to a glacier, and seeing everything along the way. The picture I have on here is the actual scene if you want, but I am sure the imagery created in your head is lovely too. Thank you for reading and reviewing dear!

[Marie]

I really like this, though I never thought of ice as paradise.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Marie. I didn't either until I saw it in this way. It was magical.

[Rachel P]

Beautiful poem, I enjoy the detail. Great read!

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Rachel, I am glad you enjoyed it. =)