Foss


By Philip Sidney
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Goðafoss lies at the side of the road
a lucky horsehoe left behind
in the earth´s rush to change itself
an easy walk for such a prize
bluely iced, it rumbled
we shrank in its presence
drank hot chocolate in the souvenir shop
fingered elves´shoes, bone buttons, crocheted snowflakes
Dettifoss does not care for the tourists´gaze
we crossed the snowy desert
buffetted like black rocks skittering across ice
a campervan in the carpark
its driver followed us
we waded through thigh-deep white-blue snow
stumbled up slipped down
liquid in our lungs, the ticking of our hearts
told us we were alien
flesh in this place of rock and ice
we climbed onto the plateau to watch
water plunge into a basalt gorge
we stood, the falls fell
we spoke of the fiery sky and earthquakes
that had shaken this ground a month earlier
thought of being tossed into the foss
we trudged back
the man chattering
the earth and I did not listen
how strange it is to be.
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It sounds a beautiful place
It sounds a beautiful place to visit, dressed warmly! A privilege, your holiday.
Getting off the beaten track reminded me of a beautiful waterfall in Wales that takes some walking through woods to get to, not frequently visited, but you can walk behind the curtain. Rhiannon
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It sounds a beautiful place
It sounds a beautiful place to visit, dressed warmly! A privilege, your holiday.
Getting off the beaten track reminded me of a beautiful waterfall in Wales that takes some walking through woods to get to, not frequently visited, but you can walk behind the curtain. Rhiannon
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Lovely cascade of poetry,
Lovely cascade of poetry, very descriptive!
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I like the 'We verb-ed'
I like the 'We verb-ed' sentences. I think they help to emphasise the environment's disinterest, I think.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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There's a stillness and calm
There's a stillness and calm in how this is rendered that I seem to have lost for the time-being. Wonderful to read.
Parson Thru
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