Aurora Borealis Poem by Martin Ward

Aurora Borealis

Ice, so white it is blue.
Razor rugged beneath the illuminate.

Goddess Aurora, dance your silken
Dance of Seven Veils across the skies.

Your magic lantern show,
silently upon the universal screen;
without the clicking sprockets
of twenty four frames per second.

Virgins of Valkyrie or goddess harbinger
of these frozen lands, longing for the dawn.

At the other world's end you go by other names,
although your temptress garments are the same.
Man's arrogance cannot cease the wonderment,
nor diminish the colours of your oscillating garb.

Could it be the ashes of our ancestors,
calling us to search the heavens for new light?

Age cannot lessen your magnetism:
all are drawn to your Salome charms.

Symphonia Antarctica of wailing winds
and sounding brasses of sight,
swirl from the south in harmony
with the Northern Lights.