IsLand

by Maja Todorovic, posted in My personal rhyme - from time to time

There fire germinates with melting tongues:

rainbow icicles mirror the drifting land

growing new skin every day,

cracked, suspended in the serene call

of lactating mountains

under the Midnight Sun.

 

I’ll place my feet on that warm, spacious

ground, glacial time,

when Sky turns cosmic green,

in waves, traveling in between.

Maja S. Todorovic

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13 thoughts on “IsLand”

  3. This is simply beautiful. The lines scan, and I have to call this fine blank verse. I hope I’m not out of line about making a suggestion, and I apologize if you take exception. In the fourth line of the first stanza, rather than “Cracked suspended in the serene call,” I would write “Cracked serene suspended in the call.” Again, this is a fine blank verse poem. Please don’t get mad.

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    1. I appreciate your kind suggestion. Nevertheless, this poem is inspired by my recent visit to Iceland and each word and image is triggered by the fresh memories and that’s how lines were born. Hence I like this way how it turned out 🙂

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