I.
Solstice
nadir and zenith
souls to ice
cold moon to blazing sun
II.
Frost glitters upon
engravings of the ancient earth
glacier-carvings
place of life begun
III.
Candy-cane stripes
dancing sailors’ hornpipes
spray hitting window panes
someone is dancing
IV.
Alone
dusk falling
like a prayer which dies upon the lips
unheard
V.
Solstice arcs
towards penumbral light
refracting rainbows
into infinity
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Written for earthweal
I know, I’m supposed to be on a break, and Cindy Georgakas is laughing as she reads this, but after reading Brendan’s superb essay on grief and hope at solsticetide, I couldn’t resist contributing something.
Fare ye well, earth-travellers!
Experiments in Fiction 
Ingrid, this is wonderful.
xoxo
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Thank you so much Gabriela ❤️ all the best for the Holiday Season 🎄
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My pleasure Ingrid. All the best to you too ❤️🎄🎁🎂
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Thank you 🥰🎄🌟
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🥰❤️
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There is a minimalist beauty to this set.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Chills!
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Thank you!
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stunning, Ingrid. Merry almost-Christmas!
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Thank you, David – all the best for the Holiday Season!
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Beautiful, Ingrid. I think this really is the time of year we (in the north) see these contradictions.
I didn’t know you were on a break, but it’s up to you to decide what that means. 😏 Happy Holidays!
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Thanks Merril! I am really taking a break after today 😅
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Have a very lovely holiday–and break–then! 😀
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Thanks Merril-I will try 😅 you too!
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Great pieces
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Thank you!
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These are so beautiful. I especially love dusk falling like a prayer which dies upon the lips. Awesome!
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Thank you Sherry! 😊
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Stripes and rainbows! Could anything be more opposite? In each snapshot, opposites resolve, yet as a whole, I can only wish the prayer reaches its target.
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Thank you Susan 🙏
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I like your second one best, the ancient ring to it.
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I’m not quite sure the stanzas are disconnected enough for a true Cadralor, but I gave it a go!
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Probably not. I didn’t think mine was either so I called it a fragment poem.
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Glittering like ice. Your poem has a winter solstice edge to it.
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Thank you Suzanne ❄️
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“You wouldn’t let it lie!” ;)
[you couldn’t let it lie, thankfully. It’s the
tiny leonines within the lines, I think, that make this piece so fragile, so formidable, Ingrid. Aces] x
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Within (between?) the lines is where I find the magic! Thanks Nick x
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What a gorgeous poem, Ingrid. Teaming with life. I love this. ❤️
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I am so glad you like it, Jeff, thank you! 😊
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You’re most welcome, Ingrid. Always! ☺️
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love this gorgeous poem Ingrid,
This is my favorite.
💖💖
“Solstice arcs
towards penumbral light
refracting rainbows
into infinity”
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Thank you Cindy! You’ll let me off my relapse then? 🤣💕
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Indeed.. now don’t push it lol!
😂💃🏻🥰
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Just one publication to promote tomorrow, then I’m done…honest 😬😅😅
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Oh yeah.. I have 2 more I think haha! Bring on the promo😂💕
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We can’t help it! 🤩⭐️🤩
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😻💕🙌😝
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The calador form allows for crisp observations wide and and near in the eye of solstice. It’s serene and sublime both. (The video is superb – I was wondering as I got up if there was a great instrumental setting “In The Bleak Midwinter” and you found a glorious example.)
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Thank you, Brendan. For the video I just looked around YouTube-I’m happy I found it.
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Lovely words enhanced by the wonderful video. Merry Christmas Ingrid.
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Thank you, Cressida, and Merry Christmas to you!
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Beautifully existing in and of its own universe, and shared with each. I also praised the first and last stanza being on solstice – I thought that was a touch of smarts. Hope you have a fruitful new year.
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Thank you, Darius, and Happy New Year to you!
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