The full moon captivates the sea,
listening beneath the ice
for signals from the universe
that guide the bright magnetic orbit;
lured beyond its limits
to vacate the frozen-over caverns
lying below feet of Inuit
in winter-gripped Quebec.
They listen for sea's colloquies
with ice, beamed off the shaman moon,
a she-wolf's eye that stalks the world
concealed from them,
and steals the tides.
They eavesdrop on the leavetaking
of lethal, life-sustaining brine,
descend to gelid chambers
where they plunder molluscs,
dine on fish-roe, listening for signs
of the implacable returning giant.
When the ice sings
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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