Sunday, March 8, 2009

Contaminated Area

In this contaminated area, even here
We find shelter

Secret places torn from the fabric of snow
All painted in the colours of the rainbow

A child's delight


12 comments:

Robert said...

fond memories..for me..:)

Lisa said...

its great how you have used the visuals to accentuate the words xx

Woman in a Window said...

Although I enjoyed the metaphor i'm wondering what the contamination literally stems from? That's scary!

Poetikat said...

That looks like a ton of fun! I loved your poetic captions.

Kat

Linda S. Socha said...

I am distracted from the poem by the beautiful child..another form of poetry
Linda

RachelW said...

Robert, not fond memories of contaminated places, I hope! :)

Lisa, thanks! The pictures came first; the words sort of flowed after, lazily.

WiaW, yeah I wonder that, too. This spot is at the bottom of the clay cliffs in the industrial area in Whitehorse, right in town. There is a lot of old garbage in the woods there, things like that old truck. The rain and runoff from the snow forms a stream running out of this area. The stream runs behind the humane society shelter, where a lot of people take the shelter dogs to walk, and they paddle in and drink from the stream. I wonder what is in that water?

Kat, thanks! Yes fun, though we bush-whacked for quite a distance through waist-deep snow to photograph the knocked-over sign by the fence. Snowshoes! Want snowshoes!!

Linda, :) :)

Poetikat said...

You don't have snowshoes? I would have thought they would be a prerequisite for existing up there.

Kat

Karen said...

Sweet - perfect with the photos.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

A veritable enchantment of words found here -I have enjoyed my visit very much. Your work is fascinating.

Faith said...

Beautiful post. I love the pictures! The magic of childhood:)

"Secret places torn from the fabric of snow" :) Love that line

Nomad Mike said...

Ursie, the beautiful Gypsy girl with the old soul tells me there is hope for this world :)...

RachelW said...

Kat, terrible eh? What kind of Canadian am I?

Karen, thanks!

K., it's great to see you here. Welcome.

Faith, thanks-- it is the first thing I thought of when I saw the picture.

Nomad Mike, where are you a-wandering to? Yeah, there is hope in the children!