~11th Place~ Contest: The Shape Of Water Sponsor: Craig Cornish Judged: 06/25/2021
Revised from a former poem posted 04/25/2016
For The Contest, "Retrospective 2024" Sponsor, Brian Strand
Here they are before me, surreal in the dazzling morning sun. Against clear skies of brilliant blue, these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice, stand heavenly before my eyes. Their marbled, glistening whites- arcane crevices and jagged peaks, stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms that glare at me in this mysterious bay of murmurous creaks and moans. These huge shapes of water speak, like eerie, moving forms, in corridors that shift and moan- and with their loud sonorous wails, give birth- calving chunks that fall. With an abrupt, roaring explosion, all at once, it starts- the large, calved segment plummets to the sea. These exotic glaciers live and speak- more than the eye can see.
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