Photo taken by Paddy Barry in Newfoundland, Canada.


A water-sculpted iceberg
broke off the edge of Antarctica.
It floated towards where I lived
a perfect white sugar cloud,
suspended in ocean sky,
as icebergs do,
about it’s true frozen self.
It was dangerous,
deadly and cold,
though it seemed as solid as belief,
unshakable as Zion.
Lovers, blind with optimism,
tried to hold their wedding there.
Filled with visions of perfect white
bleeding into perfect white,
they could not see
the deception behind
the crystal cool welcome
of the iceberg
which went too far from its southern home.


I knew a girl like that once.

But no one stopped me
from lying naked
upon the mendacious surface
and falling as she shifted
into the black and rolling sea.
Sarah Paterson is a PhD candidate at the University of Glasgow where she studies Scottish Literature on New Zealand’s William Georgetti Scholarship. She moved to Glasgow in 2014 from New Zealand in order to study and to see the world beyond the Pacific Ocean. Her poetry has been published in various publications including Takahe, the Otago Daily Times, Blackmail and Deep South, of which has also spent time as the editor.

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