In the Land of the Snow Queen

I tunnel dreams
hide from blinding light

above is below of frozen
in this hall of ice held

I am an island
afloat in mercury

trees stare from sparse heath
alien watchers of an ancient forest

is it time to spin
topsy-turvy

will roots go deep
grip green stalagmites

to thin mossy cloud
a troll conjured sky

land barren blue-white
hard without comfort

will I survive
in my reflection