Today's poem is by Pauline Stainer


Why should meltwater
press so
on a wound?

The bodies of Victorian climbers
are recovered
as the glaciers retreat

in the malachite green,
backlit by the sun.

It can still open an artery —
that glimpse
of their release —

uncorrupted, roped-together
as if death
were a minor master.

Copyright © 2004 Pauline Stainer All rights reserved
from The Lady & The Hare
Bloodaxe Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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