Two ghosts in white wheel over white, through white
Home to the brown cliff warmed by feeble summer
Almost to freezing point.
Far from food, three hundred kilometres from sea
Is it the black olivine that they worship?
Or does the valley of the ancient dragon
Guard them from harm?
Nests from the ice age cover the cliff,
Countless generations of petrels
Finding each-other in ecstasy, far, far
From easy drudgery.
-John
Aslak keeping an eye on the dragon Photo: John Moore/FINNARP
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