Aurora Nights

I have this dream, a voyage on cold northern seas. A dream
but also a memory.
Of a diesel engine rising steam
in frozen air
and the song
of the minke
whales that swim there.

I have this dream of frost on
bow rails and the low hum
of growing ice,
crystal blooming under a midnight sun
and the sheen of seals
that swam astern.

I have this memory
of cod filled nets,
yellow oilskins wet
and sleek
swarming
on the deck of a factory ship.
I have this memory of narrow bunks
and ice banks.
Scalding coffee warming hands
at dawn
as the sun fell
and rose again.

I have this dream about being
within hailing distance
of fiddlers green.
Of northern lights flickering
in frozen air and rich seas
in the realm of ice bears.

I have a memory of aurora skies.
And breaking ice.
Of rich fishing grounds.
And the sounds of whales in heaving
seas.
I have a dream of northern lights
and aurora nights

© Dave Kavanagh 2016

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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