Issue 5:
Warm
Kim Welliver
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Arctic Song
I scoop lithe fish from frigid arctic seas
I hew a womb in frozen fields of snow
I wrap myself in skins of bear and seal
I'm husky-like in ice-flecked ruffs of fur
I flense the fat from sea cow and from whale
I scrim my tale upon the walrus tusk
I ravel skeins of dogs on leather leads
I scoot across flat dazzle of ice plains
hunt caribou where polar jaws drip red
I'm ice and flint and hard as this raw land
You feed me liver, steaming from seal-gut
You stitch me boots of hide, all sinew laced
You boil thick sheets of blubber into broth
You're eyes are dreaming-dark, black tilted moons
Your skin is smooth as gold-oiled ivory
You're supple, flexed as twice-tanned walrus hide
You keep me true as spoons of whale-bone
Cupped empty bowl against your supple thigh
You warm me like a seal-pup 'gainst your side
You give me molten sun in hands of snow
~Kim Welliver
An award winning poet and novelist, Kim Welliver's work can be found in an
assortment of print and online anthologies. Email.
© 2000 by Kim Welliver. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.