Wednesday, April 19, 2017



In Ferryland, on the aptly named Avalon Peninsula,
the southern shore of Newfoundland's coast,
a massive iceberg dropped by Iceberg Alley
to show off her spring calf. They are stranded
in the shallow backwater of the bay.
On Good Friday, tourists swarmed the shore,
they clogged the road causing a traffic jam,
eager to capture one last glimpse
of all that ephemeral frozen beauty.
They snapped selfies with her, with photo frames,
or held her, god-like, in the palms of their hands.
From the side she looks like an island, 
with a glacial mountain 15 storys tall, 
a peninsula, and a tower at Land's End, 
dwarfing the houses along the shore.
The biggest iceberg ever to visit these shores,
she was driven by relentless winds.
And now she is too soon, and too far from home.
All that castellated azure beauty 
trapped beneath her skin will stain the ocean 
with the silken promise of summer skies
that she will not witness.
To think she is nine times deeper
than that summit, underwater.
Because she arrived weeks too early,
it is cause for celebration
for iceberg season officially opens in May.
The tourists will flock here to save this town.
They always do. When she collapses,
they will make cocktails with her body—
15,000 years of ice—to claim its medicinal benefits.
See, there are bubbles of sweet pure oxygen 
trapped within the folds of that archaic ice.
She is on their bucket list. A once-in-a-lifetime event.
The lucky ones will hear her talk.
They will witness her hissing a cat chorus,
singing odd notes without words or form.
Perhaps they need a translator to speak her tongue.
Who will speak for her kind, who will tell their stories 
trapped within the ages of ice when they are all gone?
As the days grow warmer, and spring arrives too early,
she and her young one will waste away.
Soon, there will be no more of her kind.
You can feel her chill breath in the air,
and sometimes she hisses and sighs,
this siren of the sea, with her mermaid tail,
perhaps knowing there is no resurrection in sight.
She is risen. The sea is her legacy.


Written from a poetry prompt from Molly Fisk's Poem a Day prompt replete with photos.

April 19: When strange things come into view

Avalon Peninsula, The peninsula gives its name to the ancient micro-continent Avalonia of which it was part. South of Cape Broyle, Ferryland was called "Farilham" by the Portuguese fishermen and "Forillon" by the French—anglicized to "Ferreyland." From Farelho, a place of steep cliffs or a reef.

Place Names of Atlantic Canada

Massive Iceberg Makes A Stop Off Newfoundland Coast

A Chunk of the Arctic Stops By for a Photo Shoot
Canada's "Iceberg Alley" has had more than 600 bergs so far in April; normal sighting would be 80. This one's the largest ever, and we're only seeing 10% of it above water.

A diver for Global Marine Drilling in St. John's got in the water and took this picture. With the position of the sun and the calmness of the water, the diver was able to get this magnificent shot!! Estimated weight is approximately 300,000,000 tons. NL is known for icebergs but this takes one takes the cake. 

Update: Facebook's Newfoundland page. There are many more iceberg photos in the comments thread.

Photo by Doreen Dalley. Twillingate Newfoundland taken June 15 2017.

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