The Cold Tap Sings

photo: Robin Boothroyd

I’ve spent the past few days gathering my thoughts about my recent trip to Iceland. I’ll be posting poems and journal entries on The Cold Tap Sings over the coming weeks, so stay tuned.

Let’s start with a poem about the sea meeting the cliffs near Vík í Mýrdal on Iceland’s south coast. The form mimics the effect of waves breaking.

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The Cliffs Near Vík í Mýrdal 

the
the waves
the waves sculpt
the waves sculpt basalt
the waves sculpt basalt columns
the waves sculpt basalt
the waves sculpt
the waves
the
the tides
the tides push
the tides push & pull
the tides pull
the tides
the
the sea
the
the shore
the
the sea
the sea shore
the sea shore sings
the sea shore sings eternally
in the cathedral of the sky

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More on Iceland here. Check out ‘Fathom’, my suite about the sea, here.