North of Taiga
By marandina
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North of Taiga
At sunrise over bleak horizons,
breath frozen in an arctic tundra,
winds skitter in scattered trees,
seasons dream of warmer days.
Snowy owls blink in sunlight,
perched in avian watchtowers,
eyes flicker in search of prey,
a fox spied, stalking in snow.
Hares skip close by, oblivious,
reindeer roaming barren plains,
foraging for grass and moss,
crowns of antlers, noble heads.
Sweeping towards coastal flats,
Polar bears range, hunt for food,
ice floe drifts across freezing sea,
waves lap on far-flung shores.
In a stark, unforgiving world,
nomads forge their harsh lives,
Nganasan, Nenets and Sami,
custodians of northern Uplands.
As a winter day slips into night,
dark skies light up like fireworks,
colours shimmer, ethereal hues,
Borealis ebbs in a mystic ether.
In these lands time stands still,
where moments echo in silence,
living ghosts of stolid perma-frost,
an ice-white haunting wilderness.
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I'm feel cold! but so good to
I feel cold! but so good to have such a glimpse, far ranging, and come back to a warm room. Would love to know how those people tackle the conditions. Thank you. Rhiannon
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true norh n my ways And that
true norh n my ways And that's praise.
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There's someything wildly
There's someything wildly exciting about your poem Paul. Such beauty in this untamed landscape. It was like being taken on an expedition without moving from my chair.
Very much enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
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