When I first saw this image of egg-shaped ice balls, I found myself imagining their texture . . . Would they feel like pebbles? Would they start to melt?

Ice balls piling up on a Finnish beach
Egg-shaped ice balls, piling up on a Finnish beach, on the island of Hailuoto.

The comparison of their form to an egg, led me to wonder what might hatch and what if it were dangerous?

Apparently, the ice balls find their shape when turbulent water breaks up a layer of slushy ice on the shore and the layers stick and build up in the cold water. When powerful waves come along, they spin and sculpt the ice.

Thanks must go to my husband, George, for drawing my attention to the image and accompanying news article, which can be read here.  George set me a poetry challenge, which I have answered, below.

Sea-felled Fruits

November 2019 and egg-shaped ice balls are piling up on a Finnish beach, on the island of Hailuoto.

Sea-felled fruits holding ever afters
implore my fingers to test their smooth.

If they can be gathered, as shells are,
I will assemble an ice-blood army.

K. S. Moore

Photo by Sirpa Tero

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K. S. Moore is a Welsh Poet and Writer, based in Ireland. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Stinging Fly, Southword and Crannog.Online magazines: Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, and Ink Sweat and Tears have also featured poems. Meanwhile, flash fiction and short stories have been published in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth.K. S. Moore has been shortlisted for Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction. She has performed at Waterford Writers' Weekend, Waterford Winterval and Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival.


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