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

CHRONICLES FROM ARCANIA

Preamble

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.


Monday, 24 May 2010

Nordic Dream

I shared with Anita,
I shared it with my westside gang of writers,
I shared it with Per-Kåre's clan
and now with you :)

And I dedicate it to the Nybakk and all her friends. 

NORDIC DREAM

Last night I dreamt of your island,
where mountains shoot out of ocean.

Vågsøy,
Sogn og Fjordane,

somewhere
where words harbour strange sounds -
brand new diphthongs
hooked on my tongue,
blues and greens of the fisherman.

And through the eye of iced dreamers,
I touched the stone polished by time,
taille de guêpe* fashioned by tides,
earthrides, fabric of all angels.

Now show me coverts on the shore.

 Poet's Note:
taille de guêpe: in fashion, the perfect figure

© Nat Hall 2010

4 comments:

  1. Enjoyed the hidden and half rhymes here

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  2. Thank you kindly, Gordon :))

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  3. Chronicles from Arcania is something special...
    Oh no, it's just fantastic!

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  4. thank you very kindly, Racquel :).
    Am thrilled you enjoy them!

    Have been walking the shore a little again recently and more to come :)

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