They spoke to me that day,
ice shelves weeping
falling into sea.
Like hands clapping for attention
their loud crack of fissure
turned our heads
We watched,
photographing the majestic.
Leaving Antarctica’s Paradise Bay
we saw remnants of her tears,
ice bergs – some small,
some humongous,
clogging our way.
And yet all we did
was maneuver through,
oblivious to her pain.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe, where the prompt Thursday was to use imagery and/or personification in our poem. Photo taken on our 2018 Antarctica cruise. Witness to climate change’s deleterious effects on melting ice shelves causing sea rise. Paradise Bay, silent save the birds and the cracking of shelves as they fell.
lillian the home poet 
Tragic, what is happening to our planet. I witnessed much of the same off the coast of Alaska a few years ago ….. awesome poem.
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Very poignant. Well, well, well written, Lillian!
I love it.
-David
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Descriptions created crystalline pictures of arctic beauty! Love it!
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Excellent glacial personification. was this calfing, or just tragic melting? I envy your traveling–makes for rich poetry.
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The melting of ice… to me it’s the slow death of a world we know today… we know it will disappear, but we have no idea what will come instead.
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Excellent personification here, Lillian! 💝 I love; “ice shelves weeping falling into sea.” So very moving!
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