when the sun is at its greatest distance
and the trees are without their leaves—
like naked defendants on trial.
i too stand in judgement on this set-apart night
as this sphere’s transient condition falls
— into a state subtracted of sun giving warmth.
unhinged by the strings of imperial terrestrial magnetism
autonomy is granted in the boundaries allotted.
my body’s equilibrium temperature
is slaughtered on altars of polar winds.
tempest of iced-winged-winds wails
to the heavens of lesser lights
the word is spoken in the omission:
and it is so…
the azure opens and snow breaks forth!
a chorus of celestial beings
birthed in primordial mysterious.
avatars of wondrous luminous ether—descending,
descendants before the formation of all.
i watch as One Snowflake is magnified by illuminated gifted grace.
the point of singularity
this sole ice crystal’s metamorphosis begins:
water’s vapour travails the empyrean
the way fixed
the water droplet collides with lost particles of dust—
dead cells adrift and without.
below zero resurrection, solidified as one new creation—
mathematical lines that diverge from the straight into a curve in sixfold symmetry.
weighted with gravity’s dominion
it falls into my fallen condition.
i want—this divinity!
unlike all that is—
to possess as mine, ‘until death do us part’.
the Snowflake submits to the will from above
and falls into my hand
—the impasse of our co-occurrence,
i watch as the warmth of my flesh
reverses the Snowflake back into its original estate—
killing beauty. now
it is finished.
Karyn Atkins is in her 2B term of Liberal Arts. You can find more of her content @the.storylistener
I am a mature student at the University of Waterloo and a few years ago I decided to fulfill my life long of dream of completing a university degree. I have slowly been picking away it, mainly through the online part time degree program. This is a great option for students like me who have a desire to continue to learn but also work full time. I have a college diploma in Social Services and I work with newly arrived refugee claimants in a shelter in downtown Toronto–a job I love.
Since my teenage years I have loved poetry and I have an obsession with OED. In the spirit of Russian literary theorist Viktor Shklovsky my poetry attempts to recover the lost ‘internal (image) and external (sound) form’ of the word (From the essay The Resurrection of the Word).