Elizabeth Bradfield

prelude to “Approaching Ice”

Because this life, this alarm clock time card

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seems vast and blank and numbing.


Tell me secret orchids hide

between the black rock and the ice.


Tell me a wild bird sings deep

in the crevasses, wingstrokes cracking air.


Tell me there’s a surface we can walk on

lidding miles of plumed and luminescent fish.


I’m ready to be amazed. I’m longing for it.



The prelude to “Approaching Ice” first appeared in Ice-Floe: International Poetry of the Far North, Summer Solstice 2003, Vol. IV No 1