The Power of the Elements is Ageless.

You're a
Ragged ogre
Jagged dark
A blade-crumb
Ash-flechette blanket,
Stream & rain dissected,
Bathed in fume,
Rearing troll-dark
From the bank
Huffing steam
Like a lung engine.

You're a
Lonely pillar,
Denizen
Of the black strand,
Your
Basalt columns
Hand cut by the
Frosty sea giant
With his wave-cleaver,
Home to the company
Of fulmariners.

You're the
Foss-fall
Of merging
& separation,
Voice rainbow
Of the cliff division,
Blessing of
Primal waters,
Milk of the earth-cow,
Power-source
Of the thunderer.

You are a
Dome
Of earth-force
Leaping forth
Into sunlit
Air of day,
Exclamation
Of the deep
& ancient world,
Birthed out
As an infant ray.

You're the
Sway-shine
Green chorus,
Sun-mother's veil
Of mountainside shout,
The flicker feast
Of the flux line,
Luminous eminence,
Light pillar,
Hem-finger
Pointing down at us.

Iceland 2013