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Impressions Of Ice Island
larrylark

To weld the snow plough's cracked suspension,
 1
metal bolts glowed bright as ice and fire.
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In the station, tensions mapped by polar stars,
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charting shards that slowly floated by,
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scrutinised under narrowing pale blue  eyes.
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Standing on the hilltop overlooking Iqaluit,
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heard cackle of ravens echo on the roof tops.
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Fog hung over Frobisher Bay,
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ghostly footprints, moved towards
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each dogs that  strayed.
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A hunter hammered his snow mobile
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towards town, while white seals slid
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on frosted grass,along the trail blown out
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near Lancaster Sound.
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In the wood house tea mashed over
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a Coleman Stove.Howling wolves licked
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their wounds,and dreamed of home.
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A sledge dog sprawled, panting beneath
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harness and lash,one eye lost to a ricochet
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from a rifle shot,fired to part frozen shackles
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on an ice burned eel cache.
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Rifle, bone knife, strewn by the custom houses,
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light harpoon tip buried deep in the pocket
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of fur trousers. Central knot secured the fan
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hitch to the leases of the sleigh,
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air perfumed by scent of Arctic poppies,
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sassafras, Lapland rose bay.
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Briefly tundra spread outside the forest's edge,
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steam from a dog team clouded into spray.
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Half eaten fish, dried seal meat,
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strewn across a broken T.V. satellite dish
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Observed through mist, the encounter
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between an edgy  hunter and the  polar bear
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blew up with the unexpected violence
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of a spring blizzard.
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16 Jan 08

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could be condensed more
 — poetbill

Helo Mr. Powet Billy

I tri to spel rite butt being an Eskimono i felt to show mi homeland and how we have bin captuwered by Americano TV. I hope you also ave a satelite in yewer hed and fish in yewer bowel

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Elly the eskimo
 — unknown

beautifully evocative of the winter scene created here - this has a little of everything about desolation and need.. love it Larry
 — Mongrol

favorite. seems condensed already, simultaneously with enough material to leave you thinking for awhile.
 — listen

Hi Mongrol

Thanks for the comment. I will let you into a secret, In my previous incarnation I played Eskimoo Nell in the classic West End adaptation of Beyond The Penguins.

Larry Igloo'ed Lark
 — unknown

Hi Listen

I was in a pretty cool mood when i wrote this one. Thanks as always for your appreciation

Larry the little snow drop Lark
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