I was fortunate enough to spend two weeks in Iceland in Feb this year.


Iceland

The prehistoric land where ice meets fire
below dancing spirits glowing green,
harsh Norse winds battle ancient hills
forged by angry Gods from which lava flowed,
Eyes cannot hide a love
for the Stoneage memories of the North.



Poetry by Stars&Pills
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Written on 2013-05-29 at 00:49

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Stars&Pills
I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem. Iceland is an amazingly unqiue country, I'd recommend it to anyone.
2013-05-29


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I dream of visiting, and this is written in a way that reignites that desire in me. Very nice.
2013-05-29