Ice sculpture that bridges the crystalline gap. A skating love of an island that sit in St Lawrence seaway a paradise to be praised in two languages that speak the same language of love.
Hey Jonathan, I saw that you liked my post and I followed the trail to your publication. This is phenomenal poem. Montreal - an island that’s an island only when it decides it wants to be. Your poem dances between solid and liquid - questioning everything from geography to love, like someone trying to walk gracefully on ice. This was a joy to read, Jonathan. So well done. I look forward to more of your work. I've subscribed.
Note the trick that happens at the end of the last line of the seventh stanza.
Ice sculpture that bridges the crystalline gap. A skating love of an island that sit in St Lawrence seaway a paradise to be praised in two languages that speak the same language of love.
This definitely deserved the rerun! My favorite lines has to be:
"My love possesses one of many bridges
And I the only alchemist to melt
The gold to pave the way across, to skate
My way on wheels, each one beneath its well"
Quite the impressive image you spun here!
Hey Jonathan, I saw that you liked my post and I followed the trail to your publication. This is phenomenal poem. Montreal - an island that’s an island only when it decides it wants to be. Your poem dances between solid and liquid - questioning everything from geography to love, like someone trying to walk gracefully on ice. This was a joy to read, Jonathan. So well done. I look forward to more of your work. I've subscribed.
Thank you, Kuriakin. I appreciate your comments and subscription. Cheers!