If you were within the polar vortex,
high above earth,
the breath in your lungs would freeze.
Winds swirl counterclockwise,
moving the cold southward
to a country
where no one wants to be a loser.
Arctic wind chills the blood.
But in a land of so much noise,
so many killings,
so much heated speculation,
too many carnival barkers,
no one notices the bloodstream
and how it flows.
The body politic is distracted,
and cannot surrender
to a new Ice Age.
Harriet Ann Ellenberger
16 December 2016
note: “The Arctic Dome” was first published in “Return to Mago E-magazine” on 30 December 2016.
Wonderful as always! I walk around with your poem in mind about the chained-up dog who “got the message” and broke free! So important, the voices you bring from the REAL world, Harriet!
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Thanks, Jack! You’re encouraging me greatly.
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EVERY TIME I READ THIS POEM I SHUDDER – WELCOME TO A NEW AGE – IS MORE THAN I CAN HANDLE
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I don’t want to make anyone shudder. On the other hand, I’m not exactly in control of what I write.
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I think shuddering is appropriate in this context – and I wonder is anyone ever in control …
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