Cold, bleak, dreary.
Your once wooded valleys are bare.
Your earth is naked barring clumps of brown moss.
Here and there, stones are piled one on another-
A remnant, a memorial of some event or person no longer extant.
Your geysers reek sulfur, the falls are no Niagara, but –
Blue lagoon.
Mud mask, faint smell and natural warmth tickles the nose and invites curiosity.
Blue and clouds – your water is sky mixed together.
Mineral deposits smooth the bottom of your white-encrusted floor.
Mascara circles and the perfect spot –
Secluded.
Cold on the bottom, in the divots of the rocks.
Warmth in the middle, and from above.
The sun warms my face as I feel.
I feel I am the quintessential woman.
I feel whole.
The nudity of Europe heals the soul when married to you –
Bloo Lonió.
2 comments:
You've been to Iceland? Awesome! It sounds so beautiful and mystical. I like the part about the warmth from beneath and above, and the part about mascara rings, it's so creative. You have intriguing imagery. What message are you trying to convey to your reader?
You make it sound ugly--cold, bleak, and dreary--but in a beautiful way. Does that make sense? Your descriptions are unique and interesting. I wonder how this makes you feel like the quintessential woman. Maybe I would have to experience it for myself to understand?
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