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REVISION (With thanks to Nina)

NORTH WEST PASSAGE

Interrupted moonbeams
dance on icebergs
and trail their milk-white
fingers in icy sea,
accompanying emerald
rhythms of the Borealis.

The blue-white stage
emits a ghostly hue,
evanescent and lambent
by turns. In the vast silence,
glaciers tower like cathedrals
in the midnight sky.

Aboard The Erebus,
an old salt, inured to the show;
stamps his feet,
breathes warmth
into his calloused hands
and dreams of hot tea,
unwitting of his fate.


North-West Passage


Interrupted moonbeams
dance on icebergs
and trail their milk-white
fingers in icy sea,
accompanying emerald
rhythms of the Borealis.

The blue-white stage
emits a ghostly hue,
evanescent and lambent
by turns. In the vast silence
glaciers tower like cathedrals
in the midnight sky.

Aboard The Erebus,
an old salt, inured to the show;
unwitting of his fate,
stamps his feet,
breathes warmth
into his calloused hands
and dreams of hot tea.

(All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work.)

Link below for information on John Franklin’s ill-fated expedition to find the North-West Passage.

http://www.mta.ca/faculty....in.html

[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Grace

An intriguing mystery, thanks for the link.  I like the way you imagine his last few hours to be.  A very eerie description which sets the scene very well.  I felt quite chilly reading it, even though it is very hot outside.

A couple of suggestions:

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The blue-white stage
emits a ghostly hue,
evanescent and lambent
by turns. In the vast silence[,]
glaciers tower like cathedrals
in the midnight sky.

Aboard The Erebus,
an old salt, inured to the show;
{unwitting of his fate,}
stamps his feet,
breathes warmth
into {his} calloused hands
and dreams of hot tea{.}[:]
[unwitting of his fate.] (just a thought, but it has more of an impact at the end)

Nina