an invented mythology


Australian Antarctic Territory

Sometimes when the wind here talks

it tells me things that science will never say:

how long ago by different stars

the gods of night and day agreed

to split the year between them;

that jutting rocks above the snow

are the eggs of enormous stone birds

and every iceberg is a wayward child

running away from home;

how the sky god bled the world of colour

to make the southern lights;

that rolling balls of snow

are tossed around by baby giants

while their parents’ snores from underground

pile up stacks of frozen steam

and that the penguins march away each year

to seek the trick of flight;

and how much more the cold would tell me

if I could catch its icy tongue.

Published in The Ecological Citizen

Get a free poetry chapbook here:

Success! You're on the list.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.