Sunday, 1 May 2011

Antarctica

How small we are
Shades of turquoise
We get close enough
To break off pieces
That melt in our mouth

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Lynda Bruce

1 comment:

Paige said...

This is truly wonderful! I adore the strange and unexpected connection of landscape to something edible. The brief moment expands into a longer period of adoration with the implied lapse of time as the pieces "melt in our mouth." Also, I'm a big fan of giving the context for an otherwise universal moment only in the title - that makes this feel like a symbolist poem.