Days roll and break:
A surge of dreariness
That leaves no wake

But today I’ve crashed headlong
Into an island in the sea.
I’ve fallen, mesmerised
Into my computer screen.

To a magical white place
I’ve been spirited away
Where a fingerless sea goddess
Once ruled the waves

I’m flying across the ice
With a pack of wild beasts.
Hungry yellow eyes;
Guttural howls and haunting cries

A chorus of heavy paws
Pounding
Beating
Drumming
A primal rhythm in the snow

Under the everlasting sky
Blushing with coloured lights,
Masked dancers weave a tapestry
Of myths and stories.

Whispering, whispering: Tikilluarit