Six Senses in Iceland

We need more than just itinerary poems to describe Iceland. The gift of a poet is that we use all our sense when immersed in a place. Enjoy the poem!

photo:  Kerið crater

Six senses in Iceland

Fingers drawn to yarn
Walls of yarn
from local Heritage sheep.
Air crisp
unsullied by “civilization.”
Waterfall mist on my face
skin blooms young.
Hot spring immersion
hint of sulfur source.
Chocolate enhanced by licorice.
Butter and sea salt on crusty bread.
Lamb with terroir
taste of place
cooked so rare
it melts between the teeth. 
Quiet its own sound
sound of profound dark.
Happy bleat of sheep
and Icelander greeting
góðan dag.
Wind protesting against anything it hits
in whistle and whine
missing the trees that used to play. 
Colors of moss and herbs
autumnal rich.
Cinematic landscapes
plunging depth of crater and gorge.
Folded mounds
Trolls turned to stone.
Lava land and mountains
fire from earth’s core.
Sea of leaping waves
rideable blue
draws the eye 
and ancient wandering soul.
Spirit connection to ancestors
Viking spirit lives on
tempered with Celtic calm.


About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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