Elisabeth Kelly, This Ice Sea

DODGING THE RAIN

OTZI AND THE GIANT’S EYE

Sometimes,
I feel I am curled up
in the eye of a giant,
light glints makes an iris
out of sunbeams that winks from
the depths of this ice sea.

I forget
for a moment,
that suffocating pressure
keeps me still as bonded molecules
suspend me in a sphere of
solid fluid.

And I wonder,
if I tap a finger
against this lens would
my world fracture into crystal tears
and cry me out from
the depths of this ice sea.

JENNY WITH THE LANTERN

Sometimes,
I see her call,
lantern lights suspended
between earth and sky where
land and water merge.

I see,
for a moment
dying wood-rush flicker
in the fading breeze,
shadows moving through the dusk.

And I imagine,
each limb melting into the soaked earth,
embraced by the pull of saturated soil,
as burr-reeds twist in my hair
a garland for…

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