Volcanic Dust

Icelandic winds harness
White horses
With plumes
And funeral lights
Glimmer in clouds that loom
Lament the inferno
That blasts through the ice
Pulverised rock and a fiery gash
Broken by fire and launched into space
Ash angels drifting through time to a place
Where volcanic dust lingers in sunsets before
Falling from heaven to earth once more.

poem by Fiona Lochhead
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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