Eleanor Colligan
I wonder if we strive to own the ice-
the earth in her deepest of slumbers.
Glowing like iridescent bone
under the tiny white pricks of the cosmos.
No trees to whisper
breathy secrets
between rustling leaves.
No violent green skies
to overthrow brick foundation built upon
ancient roots carrying the marks of their triumphs.
Only a vast display of ice-
heavy as the absence of rushing blood and seeing eyes.
Just the blinding white of slumber.
When asked about the inspiration for this piece, Eleanor said, “‘Hyperboreal’ is based off a poem I wrote for a friend while fundraising. I was thinking about the Arctic when I wrote this poem, and was also inspired by the Polar Vortex in Illinois.”
