The Icelandic Canadian - 01.04.2009, Síða 43

Vol. 62 #2
THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
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Poetry
Reflections of Iceland
by S. Renee Morin
Craggy and creviced,
wrinkled, wizened,
crinkled crow’s feet criss-
crossing the newborn landscape.
Cool, clean, glacial,
genteel afire inside,
sulphury heat, spirited
laughter like water falling
light-heartedly.
Soft-spoken battle cries,
blue-eyed skies shaded gray
happily raining down,
tears drop on
every upturned smile.
A living contradiction;
fire and ice, gentle strength,
reflecting back its people
brightly, darkly
mirrored in a black ice pane.