from Cold Moons

Magnús Sigurðsson

Imaginary Land

The leaves, now
claret

like plums.
And the sky,

palatial pink.

Outerworld,
I drink you.

I channel you
like a river.

Over the barren fields
of the imaginary land.





Honey

                                   Ursin's Astronomy: Appendix

Imagine
the earth
immersed
in honey.

Its rotation
trailing
honey strands.

Likewise
with time
and space,

in Einstein's
universe. 





Forestry

I know
Japanese bonsai trees

sprout
from the poisonous seeds

of other trees.
That their roots

spread,
forming healthy

forests.
The frayed

root systems
of my thoughts,

the offspring
of fertile

and sound
ideas.

—Tangled roots,
thoughts,

experiences: these don't
remain altogether

healthy
in the forest. 


translated from the Icelandic by Meg Matich