Edge of the Ice Shelf Shake
Antarctica is a barren, icy Friday with very little phone, fierce sleep, and the manufacturing temperatures on Earth.
Yet it’s also home to a myriad of quiet wildlife.
There are microbes, friends, colossal boulevards, leggy answers the size of dinner plates, giant birthdays with shiny Hard Rock bristles and a large, celebration jaw.
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Creative just like you!
Oh, Sugarcube! Thank you!
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Love the way it seems like you’ve inverted Friday and Antarctica.
This poem is really interesting Tabitha. I feel like it gets clearer the more I read it, but I like how it’s making me work for it.
This is written in such a fun and even impish manner that I really like—it seems to open with this playful sense of isolation, and then a very crisp little bridge of a statement, the “myriad of quiet wildlife line”, which then, kind of explodes from microbes, the sprawling city streets, discussions, dinner parties, birthdays, and consummates into a giant mouth the image of brushing your teeth—like all of this larger than life stuff bursting at the seams and then this very quotidian imagery of brushing teeth (albeit colored very grandly). I love it. It’s really, really good. You’re an ace, Tabby.
Oh! What an intriguing blend of abstract imagery and unexpected juxtapositions. This really creates a surreal and dreamlike atmosphere, nice one!