In the Bleb of Heaney's Icicle
by J. Donald Coonrod
Friday, October 19, 2007
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"In the Bleb of Heaney's Icicle" is an allegory--its flood plain and bitter cold are obstacles everyone faces in an uneven struggle to survive, and do so in this world or the next. JDC Published, Coffee Press Journal, copyright, J. Donald Coonrod
In The Bleb of Heaney's Icicle
Compose in darkness
Expect aurora borealis
In the long foray but no cascade of light.
Keep your eye clear as the bleb of the icicle.
---Seamus Heaney I awoke on a flood plain,
its impossible darkness a parabolic whirl of North,
time passing on the grey clock of cold,
cycling, tick-tocking its peculiar rhyme of back and forth,
where the blue shark's fin breaks the icy stream and deep-running
salmon course down mountain canyons to the thundering sea.
A balloon of my breath bursts forth,
captive in time its cloud momentarily iridescent,
glimmering in the light of distant stars,
even as conqueror cold comes
circling life across endless ice
in this shimmering kingdom of North.
A unique geometry of snow falls patiently,
mile on mile, a perfect crystalline lattice of my soul,
merciful blanket from the deep wrapping around me,
until at last I sleep.
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|Reviewed by J. Donald Coonrod
|Reviewed by Wm. Hammond
|"...the blue shark's fin..." ? "...conqueror cold comes circling life..."?
Having read it three times, I clearly don't get it entirely, but I like it nonetheless. Perhaps it is a world a Florida boy can't fully grasp, but the peek into it was intriguing... & appreciated.