Arctic Retreat

by Michele Darnell-Roberts

Northern LightsI hear the call of the wild,
the northern lands of ice and snow
where I’ll stay in a wooden chalet
by a frozen lake.

Where my breath will freeze
in the cold, cold air
and my well-wrapped body feel
small in the white-vault landscape.

Where the deafening silence
will urge me to survive
only in the moment;
too numb to dwell in the past.

Where the story of my life
stretches behind me like footsteps
soon to be covered by a white
blanket, and laid to rest.

Where bright light and space
freeze the vision of my future
as I hear only the slow crunch of snow
beneath my feet as I walk.

Where dawn and dusk merge
and the Northern Lights glow on the
horizon, sparking rainbow fire,
igniting the quiet embers of my heart.

Where I can emerge as new,
emptying my self out
and shedding my too-tight skin
which binds me to my Self.

As I plan my journey,
all this I anticipate,
all this I ask for,
all I can do is wait.

©Michele Darnell-Roberts


Michele Darnell-Roberts

Michele Darnell-Roberts has been writing poems (and stories) since she was a young teenager as a therapeutic way of understanding her feelings.  She loves imagery and symbolism and enjoys the discipline of trying to say what she feels in a concise and interesting way. Michele works as a mental health nurse for the elderly mentally ill, an experience which has led her to realise the importance of communciating one's feelings, and, as it were, "not being afraid to cry!.She is also involved in Dances of Universal Peace in which our world's spiritual traditions are danced and sung (mostly in circles) to promote both inner peace and peace in the wider community. There are some beautiful, and powerful, celtic and goddess dances!
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