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(All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work.)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