Icebreaker

When winter releases its death grip on nature,
the seasonal big freeze ceases its seizure
on flora and fauna; the vernal icebreaker
shakes up and warms up from cool anaesthesia
to thaw in a sauna the hibernating creature.
The frozen lake melts, the mountain stream flows,
the glacial sky now saturated with woad,
half a year of half-light harbouring woe
so soon washed away in a few days’ spring-cleaning,
the cloudberries gleaming, adorning the wetlands,
golden and precious and luscious to eat,
the yawning fjords agape,
stretching out in the morning
the Nordic landscape awakes.

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Coup de théâtre

In the face of disaster
smile back and with laughter
attack; the polite offensive
is not the reaction they were after
and so much more effective
for being unexpected.

The age of vigilantism
is now upon us, this schism
has brought us to the brink.
Act now! There’s no time left to think
and never look back or regret your decision.

Sing a song of half a sixpence
as your world crash, bang, wallops round your ears.
Don’t be brought to tears.
This fairytale kingdom is merely artifice
and we’ll do it all again tomorrow evening.

© Alan Kenneth Kite