by Marcello Giovanelli
through the ice,
from our hands,
along the milk roots
of long child years
surface water seeps
once slow and
barely visible
time has made you
magnificent
subglacial lakes
interconnected
tears of ice domes
effortless and unstoppable
whole now
your engines are the stories
of crisp white fruit on
clean tongues
and inside there is magic
like the first touch
of skin
so thin
beyond the light
now unsplintering
before us
we watch in awe
from the surface
as powerful rivers emerge
About the author:
Marcello Giovanelli is a writer and academic from Leicestershire, UK. His poems have been published in Allegro Poetry Magazine, Dear Reader, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Full House Lit, Green Ink Poetry, The Poetry Village and Poetry Plus. He tweets @mmgiovanelli