Wednesday, 1 June 2011

On Arctic Light

See Scuttle sun,

On mirrored runs.

Sculpted stones,

Bleached bones,

Form fortresses,

Or green terraces

Soaked in blue,

Steeped in dew.

See now Saqi

In artic light free

Sift me tomorrows.

To find me Firdos.


Ali A. Naqvi

P.S This poem is inspired by this sequence found on Vimeo which was filmed by TSO Photography and music by Marika Takeuchi.

Here is the video

The Arctic Light from TSO Photography on Vimeo.


  1. yasmeen fatima1 June 2011 at 14:57

    I'll be honest. I don't have a creative or artistic bone in my body but despite this I can tell you are one extremely talented poet who work actually does move me. :)

  2. Very creative! We want to read more of it so keep it coming :)

  3. That was truly beautiful. So, we finally discovered your hidden talents.

  4. If you love it, share it folks :)