Sea Ice as Earth

Look at me. I have flown right through this glass unscathed.
– Christine Fellows, Bird As Prophet

don’t lean on me

I am not
permanent
an alibi
for land

I crack
split
slip
beneath
the next
jagged shard
of my
lacerated
self

another face
of the same
crystalline
mystery

I heal of course
weather permitting
resurface(d)
like water

I am
not water

don’t walk on me


Phoebe Tsang is a Hong-Kong born Chinese, British and Canadian poet, author, librettist and playwright, and the author of ‘Contents of a Mermaid’s Purse’ (Tightrope Books, Toronto). Her poetry and fiction has been published internationally in anthologies and journals including Asia Literary Review, Literary Review of Canada, The Bombay Review, Geist, and Room Magazine. Her libretti have been commissioned and premiered by orchestras and ensembles including the Toronto Symphony Orchestra, Hamilton Philharmonic, and Tapestry Opera. http://www.phoebetsang.com

Ice illustration by C.B. Auder (digital collage).

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