Hall's
Bay is a china plate.
I skate far out to the breathing hole
where the men chop the ice away.
The echo of auger and axe
grapples the lip of hills.
They
are building a lung for whales -
a pair of humpbacks, a narwhal
surfacing through the slush.
The little narwhal lingers,
mottled back steaming.
Its eye oily in the dark cup,
me mirrored in the eye-slick,
the horn spiralling into brittle air.
Carol
Hobbs
Narwhal appears
in The
Backyards of Heaven: An Anthology of Contemporary
Poetry from Ireland and Newfoundland & Labrador jointly published
by the School of Humanities Publications, Waterford Institute
of Technology, Centre for Newfoundland and Labrador Studies
and Scop Productions Inc.
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