The Northern Migration of
Joseph V. Danoski
See dim lights in the winter mist,
Figures amid the trees and drifts;
The dancers where the branches twist,
Calling me to their midnight tryst.
Coming closer when winds blow cold,
Close and closer as I grow old;
Those shapes and ghosts of driven snow
Dancing now out my night window.
They ride the north winds without form,
And cry from wings of winter storm--
The northern migration of souls unborn,
Searching for homes where hearts are warm.
The northern migration of souls
Are the birds just south of Heaven;
Hellspawn from lost battlefields,
Now the angels to Valhalla.
Ice Princess with the kiss of death
Who takes away the infant’s breath;
She comes from lands of ice and pole
To snatch another life and soul.
She promises to keep you warm,
And give you shelter from the storm;
Soft whispers in the winter wind,
And silken mists that pull you in.
Lost in depths of blinding white,
Eternally searching for the light--
Your voice now joins the howl of storm,
The northern migration of souls unborn.
Danoski, Dojonaki05@Netscape.Net and firstname.lastname@example.org, lives happily on the plains of his
imagination in the
White Mountains of New Hampshire. Under the pen name “Jonathan Konrad,” he
published his first poetry chap book, Shock
Waves: Letters from the Edge, in 1987. It has been favorably reviewed and
is available from the poet for $6.95. Many of his poems have also been
published in his city newspaper, The
Berlin Reporter, and, by request—for the 1997 Berlin Centennial—he
delivered his poem “The City Built from Trees” at City Hall. Preferring
speculative fiction, the author also loves writing letters and essays, playing
music, gardening, and stargazing. Publications have appeared in Penny Dreadful, Pivot, Psychopoetica
(UK), The Nocturnal Lyric, The
Quest (India) and The Aurorean.