Aurora Borealis

Aurora Borealis

In life, we are playing with dangerous games: you, the witness

of the visiting vatnajökull now blushing pink in the atom sky

with the bright comedy of Frigg fooling the ashes of the colour,

and I, making a cryogenic favour to the moonless nights,

to the mountain echoes teasing tourists about salmon sparks

caught in the arctic splash of water balloons and whispering

endless cold, happen to see the world in your eyes—spinning

with the silence of earth. My eyes flower, semen of a star.

 

Photo Credit: Khalil Benihoud 

About the author

Lawdenmarc Decamora

Lawdenmarc Decamora holds an MFA in creative writing and is presently completing his MA in literary and cultural studies in the Philippines. His literary work has appeared in literary publications in Hong Kong, Australia, China, Israel, Mauritius, Vietnam, India, Singapore, Pakistan, Canada, the UK, the US, and the Philippines. He teaches literature and humanities in the oldest existing Catholic university in Asia, the Royal Pontifical University of Santo Tomas.