My good friend Dave Walsh is an accomplished and well travelled photographer, who has just published a book of his remarkable images of remote polar places available for purchase: click here.
He asked me to collaborate on this project and as a response to the images I composed twenty small poems for inclusion in the book (available by clicking here).
I was honoured to introduce Dave’s exhibition ‘The Cold Edge’ in Dublin, 13th September at the Copper House Gallery. For more information and superb images see Dave’s website.
This curious thing:
A wall of white, approaching –
We are in retreat.
Ice wall advancing –
Erasing past and future –
The road not taken.
Ice melts, retreating-
Concrete eskers, black morraines –
Ruins, roads ~ ground ~ dust.
Melt waters, flowing –
Red bricks, lining fresh cold streams –
The deepest of clean.
[There is nothing new under the Sun]
He’s by the river –
Unaware, of detail, past –
The salmon, returned.
Click here for my speech introducing my friend Dave Walsh’s ‘The Cold Edge’ polar photography exhibition, including a reading of this poem.