Star Crossed Inuit

[Brownlie]

There was a place up north where mountains shook
and lava flowed like lava flowed like blood
and melted ice like proper lava should.
The king, a mighty glacier of Inuk
desired a queen of ice and so he took
his rival's daughter off to bear his brood.
Would hatred stay as strong as frozen mud
or melt like piles of snow in a chinook?

A veil of frost serves as a wedding train;
a seal-skin coat that makes her look as plain
as tundral plains, as dry as frost-bite burns.
No wedding day should be this cold, she yearns
for daffodils, for sun drenched summer rain.
Her bridal bed's adorned with frozen ferns.

Veil of frost reminds me of Milton's nativity ode. This is a pretty good sonnet. Some great word play and a great command of meter and sound. Of course my judgementsare only from a cursory reading though