i heard you treasure your anklet,
to lose it you won't let, in that case, I wanna be that bracelet, that you'll never forget you say you love this band, though I do not really understand. but if you demand, I'll let myself be ****** and you tell you like your coffee with a little side of berry, if so let me be your cherry if only you just let me. true enough I liked you first, these feelings perhaps are cursed. however even in your worst, i'd still wanna be yours.
i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys
oh what good would it do
if you knew I waited for you. back at where we met when things were all set its true whenever I cry i hear you crumble and sigh and the looks I gave, were just stares engraved but darling, I do not expect. i fear you'll go and reject that I waited for that seven-hour flight though I was frightened by the bite
505 - arctic monkeys
(with an apology to Pink Panther)
Ice melts, Hurricanes rage, Permafrost thaws, Methane burps, Temperature shoots, Sea level rises, Agriculture fails, Drinking water shortages, Tsunamis show their might, Landslide kills, Pandemic thrives, Fishes stop breeding, Insects go out of sight, and, human beings exit, stage left!
to see me, ride on a polar bison to cross, the Arctic circle and bring to me, a snow peacock feather Safana & Bamalli 2020
To archive greatly, we must passthrough different obstacles
in the arctic air
the sins of the tundra are absolved in passing
if you were a constellation
I would lay with my back pressed against the ice-cold grass to witness your miracle she sees a shooting star, she wishes for love I stand by the ghost-white evergreens suddenly I don’t feel so big the snow-coated mountain reigned over the land but I, I can keep my own I’ll follow you forever, don’t you worry I’ll even follow you until the blisters on my tongue stop me from praying through the monochromatic bliss of winter the snow now silences the warm pulse of my heart beat an arctic December, i’d expect nothing less the ethereal skies scream of the unknown and the clouds yearn for me
suddenly I don’t feel so big
Her cheeks a'blooming
Fresh petals Assuming a charm All their own.... Flesh roses In a flute of bone. Her arms are strong wings Ethereal beauty, poised For her journey, as a Tern is On its long feathered flight From the North She wings her way To the South Only to meet The arctic waste Once more... Yet the flesh roses never fade For they are frozen with tears. Catherine Jarvis 8/19/2019
Another poem for the book. This illustration done by Sarah, who has a skilled touch & wonderful imagination.
Indigenous knowledge and unwritten tradition
Ritual dances and pagan gods She speaks to the deads Heals the deepest wound Whispers to the reindeers But one day people with skins, the colour of snow, came Untouched by her wisdom Nothing she could do to stop them The land was soiled Purity went away
An arctic fire
Scorches the Earth Into an entire Frozen turf Of no worth Only hurt Where death and decay Are here to stay In winter’s way To my grave The leaves are dead Like the teens ***** Who went to bed And woke up led To their reluctant stead The branches are bare Like the love I share With those who dare Return my stare Of frozen care My friends are chill Once they take a pill And let the ice build Until a giant ice hill Freezes their light will Seeing life as time to **** Their shifty shoes I fill This winter has shown That I don’t have a home And if I want to be known I have to build a new phone Or get bombed by a drone So I stay in my zone Of an arctic cone I was once warm In proper form Until I grew horns Like icy thorns And my icicles Are quite fickle Their knife sickles Until blood trickles On my frigid path Of winter’s wrath I’m freezing to death Until there’s nothing left Except a societal debt Of a temperature set That was never met
Can be found in my self published poetry book “Icy”.