Sit with me, bundled up, in cold crisp air.
This aft cabin deck, sailing through fjiords,
the widest aperture to wonder we will see.
The long gaze observes staggering beauty.
Craning to look up provides a granular view,
landscape etched and carved by glaciers.
Snow capped mountains glisten before us,
pearlescent as sunlight touches peaks
grey and darker grey where shadows impede.
Below wintry remnants yet to melt
earthen tones dotted by green patches
compliment the scene.
Not content with singular grandeur,
mirrored reflections ripple,
swaying colors float on ocean’s blue.
Off ship, we explore Geiranger.
Van slowly chugs up hairpin turns
until road stops where winter has not.
Our ship sits far far below us
like a monopoly or lego piece
set in a mural of wondrous beauty.
We simply stare in awe
in profound silence,
and we understand.
We are but a few breaths
in the life of this earth.
She is the grandeur eternal.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. I’m host for today’s Tuesday Poetics.
I have a second poem written today for Toads, with a wonderful video from our walk to day. You may want to check it out as well!
Given that so many people are sheltering at home during these challenging days, and almost everyone has cancelled recent travel plans, I thought it might be fun for dVerse folks to offer a travelogue of sorts….take you places while you’re sitting at home.
So the prompt is this: the title of the poem must be like a pin in a map: that is a place. The body of the poem must take us there with its words and imagery. I’ve also asked folks to post photos of the place, if that’s possible. Given that dVerse poets are from across the globe, literally, I think you’ll have a grand time reading our poetics today. Pub opens at 3 pm Boston time.
Photos from our 2017 trip to the Norwegian Fjiords.