FNS : Ice Cliffs by Ann Privateer

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Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.

Tonight’s poem and photograph is from Ann Privateer


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Blue shadows jagged
against a dark sea
define sharp shadow shards.

The porcelain sky
parts opening the way
to fog that percolates.

A lid stands where algae
wobbles life-like
for a thousand years.

We weigh in, it could be
another minute until it
shears off imploding

my tiny one man skiff
and yet, I stay there,
transfixed.


Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Her work has appeared in Convergence, Tapestries, and Entering.

 

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