High North

another poem about Norway..and its beauty

As fingers stretch into the lesser known

           slate falls into salt,

           we are stranded in an half life

           of stone that rolls down ice.

Mist drifts us apart

           rain makes us temporal,

           the sky is as pale

           as a bloodless girl

           forcing our steps to quicken.

The North tells me

           that this is a leaving

           on a seagull`s wing,

           steps on an artic bridge,

           a change of tides and at last;

           the rain of ending 

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

" the sky is as pale
as a bloodless girl
forcing our steps to quicken."

i love these lines - sometimes beauty is striking enough to make us change our behaviors

[Valentine]

Some of the creations God made are so beautiful I can get lost just looking at them. Nice write. Valentine

[Coyote Song]

Extraordinary poem. I really love it.
Your words artfully describe a scene cold as the north.

[Ruth]

Leslie, you write with a firm visual and such skill, quite masterful, your poetry always leaves me in awe, just wow :)

[Tina Kline]

Wonderful poem. Your words describe a harsh and beautiful place.