Ungava
UNGAVA
In blackness a lone star jewel
Hangs over the tent in crepuscule.
Dark fingers creep over the snowy biers:
Ungava’s cold shoulder is not for tears.
Lengthening shadows form the dying day:
Night stretches eternal across the bay.
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Note
Quebec’s Ungava Peninsula is one of
the least hospitable regions on earth, especially in winter.
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Entered in Rick Parise's Contest 5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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