Polar light by Eduard Schmidt-Zorner

Green curtain of the polar light

falls on boreal forests

so wide

the taiga, so infinitely far the horizon,

unattainable distance,

where a full moon is fixed on

a snow powdered canvas.

Sound absorbing forest soil

recalls feeling of feet on a carpet.

Quietly rustling heaps of leaves,

waft like turning newspaper sheets,

loaded with word heaps,

here useless, timeless distance.

Under aurora borealis,

the solstices as calendar,

a deserted landscape,

where thoughts emit melodies,

because they strike forest strings.

Memories no longer hurt,

because they dilute

in the vast expanse,

dissolve in nothingness.

Remembrance of a tender touch

is so far removed,

because it fell

through the grid of weaning

off long forgotten feelings.

Eduard Schmidt-Zorner is a translator and writer of poetry, haibun, haiku and short stories. He writes in four languages: English, French, Spanish and German and holds workshops on Japanese and Chinese style poetry and prose. Member of four writer groups in Ireland and lives in County Kerry, Ireland, for more than 25 years and is a proud Irish citizen, born in Germany. Published in 97 anthologies, literary journals and broadsheets in USA, UK, Ireland, Japan, Sweden, Italy, Bangladesh, India, France, Mauritius, Nigeria and Canada. Writes also under his pen name: Eadbhard McGowan