Antarctica Wedding ~ A.C. Blake

In the vast white of Antarctica,
We ventured, hearts entwined.
On the Endurance, echoes of past eras,
We sailed through the Drake Passage,
A journey through towering waves,
A prelude to our union.
Amidst the penguins – Adélies, Gentoos, Chinstraps –
Witnesses in their monochrome suits,
We exchanged vows.
Their curious eyes, our silent congregation,
On the ice shelf of Blind Bay,
Where icebergs carve sculptures from the deep.
The air, crisp and clean,
A canvas of purity,
Breathed into us a new beginning.
Sounds of the wilderness,
The crackling whispers of shifting ice,
The only symphony we needed.
Under the gaze of a sun that barely sleeps,
The colors of the ice –
Blues, whites, hints of green –
Painted a backdrop of surreal beauty.
Here, in this frozen sanctuary,
Life thrives in its resilient dance.
Penguin highways, well-trodden paths,
Etched in the snow,
A testament to survival and grace.
New life, in the form of fluffy chicks,
A continuation of cycles ancient and revered.
As whales and seals graced distant waves,
We felt the pulse of this wild place,
A rhythm that echoed our own.
Lectures and studies of penguin life,
Words of scientists and dreamers,
Added layers to our understanding.
This journey, more than a crossing,
A voyage into the depths of our souls,
Where love, like the Antarctic,
Is vast, mysterious, and awe-inspiring.
In the land of endless white and midnight sun,
We found a love as enduring as the ice itself.