Ice, spun like veils
Of muslin voile
Skims lacy trails
Like pancake coil.
These pasta strands
In icy sauce
While watched disband
Til windy force
Cold, crispens chips
That gratinate
And flake round ships.
They irritate
And sternly slice
With knifely bows
This scouring ice.
For endless hours
They crunch and press
With sturdy wedge,
Floe depth unguessed.
Unkempt at edge
Some shaky stacks
Like LEGO blocks
Have egg shell cracks
And interlocks.
While bergs on tides
With one eighth tips
Will lean lopsides
To menace ships.
Wide inky deeps
Are Neptune’s court,
Some boats he keeps,
The men they brought.
His wind wild howls
His seas stay freezed
While gripey bowels
Squat unappeased.
Antarctica 1996