Arctic Winds.

Today’s poem is one I wrote two years ago, and I was fortunate enough to have the piece published by, ‘Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine’, back in January 2018. A magazine for poets, and to all my readers/followers, I sincerely recommend that you visit/follow the Vita Brevis site,

Artwork:  By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.


Arctic Winds


I’m winter hibernating

Inside an Eskimo’s hut

Feeding only on fish oil

And frozen blue blood

My heart’s cold and dormant

Cowering under a dampened vestment

Wind-swept by a blizzard’s dust

Covered in icicles of my rust

My eyes are swollen rocks

Amidst polarised sockets

Terrorising all that’s passed

Like forgotten arctic icebergs

My veins are hollow crevasses

Inside a glaciers ice-flow

Sheering and groaning chasms

Like my memories deepest fjord


Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019




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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

53 thoughts on “Arctic Winds.”

    1. Yes the artwork is so very special for me. And thank you Colleen, you’re quite right, I was going to name the poem Frozen Memories, my thoughts on how my deepest memories are forever frozen within me.

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  1. Emotions and Memories. You can’t have memories without emotions. Some of these remain with us forever. Frozen in time and with us. Again, a beautiful piece. And great artwork to go along with it. Have a lovely Sunday 🙂


  2. This is another very strong piece, Ivor! You are so good at creating a whole world build in images in your poem. Your lines are very visual and emotional. My favourite stanza:
    “My heart’s cold and dormant,

    Cowering under a dampened vestment.

    Pumping only yesteryears rust,

    And icicles of my dust.”

    Icicles of my dust ❤ This image is just gorgeous and the rhythm flows beautifully!


    1. I’d actually forgotten about the poem, and these cold winds over the weekend reminded me about the piece… I changed a few words, but it’s basically the same as it was…..and still one I like immensely

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    1. The artwork is special… my niece suffers from SMA, and has been wheelchair bound all life, she’s amazing, and she’s a qualified graphic artist…. and works from home…. her work is fabulous…. xxxxx

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      1. I hope you’re still trying to keep warm.
        Bush boy reports a temperature of 17° that’s about the same as Yorkshire, though we are expecting good ones today. He must be further south than you, but he also tells me he needs to get the fire lit as early as 4PM because the temperature drops so much!

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  3. The artwork is beautiful and amazing! 🙂 The song a perfect choice! 🙂
    Your poem captures us in…you get our senses AND our emotions involved! Thank you, Ivor! 🙂
    It’s wonderful when the “sun” shines and brings warmth in our lives and gives healing to our hearts, minds, bodies and souls. Sometimes the “sun” comes in the form of a friend. You always bring the sun, Ivor! ☀️
    Sometimes the “sun” comes in the form of a song, or a stranger’s smile, or just being in nature, etc….there are so many things that can bring us warmth and healing. 🙂

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    1. Thank you Carolyn, It’s a poem of many emotions and deep feelings… written, not long after my break-up with a girl called Sue….So the words are open to all sorts of interpretations, and whatever the reader wants to read into them….. and now they are just words…. ((Hugs))…. XX

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      1. Well, they are important words.
        And important feelings in/”behind” the words.
        With poetry, I like that even tho’ the poet doesn’t always explain exactly how they were feeling or what was going on when the wrote the poem, we can all apply it to our own lives and our own experiences…and we find the meaning to us. 🙂
        Hope your day is a great day today!!! 🙂

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      2. Hi Carolyn, hopefully a restful day, I’ve been quite busy lately, doggie sitting, a little bit of work, writing, putting poetry submissions in !!and trying to catch up with my house work !!!

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