Poem - SpaeKona
I don't normally write poetry in groups, but this one turned out nicely I think:
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Under the waterfall
The scorpion withdraws her sting
As I gather the feathered cloak about my shoulders
The sapphire spray soothes my wounded heart
Inward I turn
Linear self, drowned by a rising tide of vision
Timeless images drift across my sight
I step into Hoenir’s gift
Hamr takes flight
Ond whips through my hair
As I traverse the valleys between the mountains
Fashioned from the bark of the tree
I set out on a journey to the slain son’s hall
My ancestors await me at the bright god’s table
The bloody hound’s wailing nips at my heels
Undeterred, I arrive at Hella’s grand gate.
I join the queue of the slain
We shuffle forward, entry into Helheim gained
Familiar faces in the throng
My Kin gathered in the golden hall.
(Instrumental break)
Soon I must leave
Midgard beckons
Emboldened, I return to the waterfall
Like a jealous sister, the scorpion awaits me.
Ó January 24, 2005
Vedis Koerner
Michael Cox