Everyday Poetry

I loved the sparse emptiness of the Icelandic landscape, its dramatic but somehow understated beauty. Iceland Cottongrass blows in the wind that scours The flatlands edging the coast.  Sheet basalt cliffs rear, black on green, Glacier melt rivers leap abruptly in their fall, A ribbon of asphalt winds grey from town Past metal-roofed houses hunkered low, Turning away from the drama Towards the sustaining sea.   © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved.

On our Icelandic holiday we visited the Langjokull glacier, and actually got the chance to walk on the ice.  It's 200 metres thick, but last winter didn't bring the usual snow and there are concerns about climate change shrinking it.  Ice Melt Through vast flatlands of moss-covered lava, Past the mountains of Mordor, The monster truck trundles onto black-flecked ice;  No pristine alpine glacier, this, Its surface laced with volcanic ash, Blackened like city sludge.  Tentative, crampon-fitted,  We step onto the glistening ice, Stamping our spikes into the honeycomb, The brave striding off like Arctic explorers, Cowards keeping close to the truck.  Striations crisscross the ice into a checkerboard, Carving deep moulins, sinkholes, tunnels, And slowly the glacier flows,  Grinding the rock far below, As we are warmed by the sun and hot chocolate.  © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved.

I always want to go on a whale watching trip whenever I get the chance,  and this trip off the North Coast of Iceland did not disappoint.  A comment from a crew member stuck with me: You watch the whale, but it also watches you.   Whale watching The joy is in the anticipation, The hope that this time they will come to us: That's what we tell ourselves.  But when the dolphins arrive,  Mob-handed, with their toothy smiles, Enthusiastic clicks and squeaks,  Racing in the bow wave, leaping,  Diving under the boat, giving us all a front row seat,  Performing for the hell of it, We know the joy is in the encounter,  The exhilarating meeting of a species So familiar, so unknown. The fleeting sighting of minke whales, Distant, black shapes, aloof, stand-offish, Is almost an anti-climax.  Almost.   © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved.

One of the places visitors to Iceland are encouraged to visit is the Gullfoss waterfall,  and no wonder.  It's a magnificent two tier fall of foaming glacier meltwater, as breathtaking as Niagra or Victoria Falls, despite its smaller size.   Gullfoss How to explain our love affair with waterfalls?  With the rush and bluster, the fuss of the fall,  The draw of the cliff edge, The milky foam, the mist that drifts Above the sculpting water.  We flock in droves to view the spume, To find the rainbow's arc,  To capture the uncapturable, To make the constant flow stand still.  © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved.

The main focus of the cruise to Iceland was to witness the total solar eclipse, but the weather was causing problems for the astronomers on board who were responsible for advising the captain where to position the ship.  It was touch and go for most of the afternoon with clouds obscuring the sun, but satellite images had predicted a break in the clouds along the coast of Greenland, which thankfully we found. We were very grateful for the skill involved both of the prediction and the navigation to the exact spot we needed to get a clear view of the heavens as the moon passed in front of the sun, exactly on time.   Time stands still The moon is eating the sun, Nibbling slowly from the right,  Taking its time, no rush,  What's an hour on its path through the heavens? Just for an instant, at the point of total eclipse, It seems to pause, its shadow Allowing a glimpse of a wispy corona Dotted with pink Bailey's Beads,  Then moves on with a flash of brilliance....

I was very excited about cruising beyond the Arctic Circle, visiting the Denmark Strait between Iceland and Greenland, so I don't know why I was so amazed to see an iceberg floating by, other than I'd witnessed the humpback whale performing for us only an hour before! Later we experienced a total solar eclipse - a magical day indeed.  Denmark Strait The captain's announcement cuts through the morning lecture: An iceberg visible on the port bow. Impatient we sit it out, fidgeting for the briefing to end,  Rush out on deck, gaze dumbstruck As the block of blue ice and dirty snow slides past, Shrinking our ship down to size.  Mobile phones outnumber long lenses,  All capturing the moment We were humbled by raw magnificence. © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved.