Antarctic

Darkness prevails in those
Winter months
As cold winds bluster through every
crevice
Bodies cluster, feebly

against the harsh, frozen gails

Deep, Icy Oblivion over comes
the cycle of day and night
Its a long, cold evening
and Sunshine is still months away...

They bend and break under the
pressure of the stars
They cry out in hunger as the
wind blows away their hearts
But theyre still standing there
waiting on that giant, sleeping god.


Then....
The winds calm, and the seas
swoosh in a lazy conundrum
Silence prevails
the ever changing winds
The stars fade
and the moon slides down
in to his humble abode.

and ever so slowly
that summer sun
creeps up from his nether hole

Light
spreads and illuminates
Blinding, but warm
Their eyes blink in anticipation
wings stretch and fold
soft whispers awaken
and the darkness
is finally over come..

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Powerful and starkly beautiful. Demonstrates the primal contemplative pressure of diurnal/nocturnal and weather extremes.

Summons a sense that survival depends on deep meditation and acceptance (whatever the presumably penguin version of that is).

Pristinely beautiful.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

I don't know what this was about for you Des...But as for me, I was reminded of the time when I runaway from home when I was 15...Yes, I remembered that when I read this...hurm...strange....

anyway, I liked it, you had your own style of writing that makes one sentence could meant the other...

[Robin]

life stories , emotional survival , contrasted against the amazing story of emperor penguins ... excellent expression of ...