Chant du monde boréal
Sandshifter, 60N.
Where it all makes sense.



Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.

Sunday, 18 April 2010

some gods must be crazy...

from this to that

Our homeworld's amazing - unpredictable, skyshifting like a celestial chameleon - from ash plumes to ash-tainted mini-blizzards and back into blue before sliding down to the monotony od speckled white. Wow! This morning was so promising in spite of melting snowflake during overnight showers... And then, our nordic sky blackened again and snow flew towards us at great speed. Big, gluey, fluffy, fat snowflakes falling on and off all day and still at the time of typing this entry...

Both amazing and mental... Not uncommon on this latitude.  That cold airflow from more nordic latitudes (Arctic circle, Iceland.... Oh, poor Iceland. I do not mean to stigmatise you - you've got enough on your plate at the minute) can bring such mini-blizzards as late as... June! Our British Met Office has been very accurate recently. Snow was just the last thing many of us wish to see right now. Our garden here, so promising with buds and flowers everywhere. Argh well, I trust nature has ways to deal with the elements. 


Wish for pebbles.

 I’m losing sight of horizon, that blue barrier in heavens,
where all my dreams in single file
gather and dance;

 Now I walk through mirrors in ice,

icicles betray more than eyes –

out there,
here comes a monster in disguise; ego shadow,
blown by west wind invincible,
that doesn’t breathe,
direct or talk.

Sandwick, May 2007


  1. Like the poem very much! We are having unpredictable weather, too - frost, but no snow

  2. Thank you kindly, Elizabeth :)
    I think it's not over yet... Meanwhile, keeping my polar socks around. Oh, I just hope our budding gardens can survive this latest challenge and keep my candles lit for (notably) this :))