The poem describes scenes of a frozen landscape in Antarctica with imagery of a left handed desk feeling left out, a royal throne slipping through cold fingers, and a solitary occupant of the mind amidst fall winds. While a storm is returning and creeping past continental edges, fraying where ice meets the sea, the poem suggests an uncertain future, stating "I can't promise that we will survive this."
The poem describes scenes of a frozen landscape in Antarctica with imagery of a left handed desk feeling left out, a royal throne slipping through cold fingers, and a solitary occupant of the mind amidst fall winds. While a storm is returning and creeping past continental edges, fraying where ice meets the sea, the poem suggests an uncertain future, stating "I can't promise that we will survive this."
The poem describes scenes of a frozen landscape in Antarctica with imagery of a left handed desk feeling left out, a royal throne slipping through cold fingers, and a solitary occupant of the mind amidst fall winds. While a storm is returning and creeping past continental edges, fraying where ice meets the sea, the poem suggests an uncertain future, stating "I can't promise that we will survive this."