Brent Terry


Watching Reykjavik

Mt. Esja, looms with an airy pomp,
And keeps watchful eye on cityscape.
The blameless blue reflect from Snaefellsjokull,
Holds cerulean drape ‘round a peninsulas nape.

Clambering up to the Hallgrimskirkja spire,
Insighting the quizzical with magnetic pace.
Bright-painted pastiche of sharp corrugated roof tops,
Leaves a distinctive, visual metallic taste.

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