#icelanded

#icelanded

Homage to Odin, of words and wisdom, poetry and bard.
Epic saga of the separated sisters’ quest for a feather, shark meat, and adventure.

Velkominn.

To rolling bucolic green backdrops,
Plates of ripped, ridged earth,

Tectonic shift to surface salt and sulfur.

Rocks remain from Viking victories,

Justice first served for the four kingdoms, to the quarters:
Earth to the north, air to east, fire south and water west.

Ram horn spirals,
Baby black sheep bleating,
Horses muzzling in soft rain.

This is a bridge of trolls.
That volcano of dragons.

Fingers of clouds exhaled by knolls, cascade over elven waterfalls.

We are ice walkers, following lines to horizon beyond.

Carve the sign of Thor into the mountainside to find the bloodstone.
Bless Freya on the compass pillar thrust ashore by captains lost.

Glacial waves crash, gnash, snarled lips peeled back to show teeth beneath--

dark, rubbed soft, revealing.

Sun bleached sea monsters among black stones,

whisper under bare feet ancient psalms in forgotten tongue, the Elder Fudhark.

Frost soaked cliff cracks stone bones

like a holy book left in rain.

Trust no rocks, wander not for shore birds nest below.

Feel the heartbeat of lava beneath moss skin.
Red eyed ravens feast on hidden remains.

House the elves to protect the bridge.

Light on water, fingerlets,

Lupin bundles,

Heath buttercups.

I will call you sugar mountain, you volcano you.

My body becomes the pink beach, flesh-toned sand.

Sticks, stones, bones.

Never forget this spiral, prehistoric symbols swept away in rising tide.

Steel boat beached in high grass a century ago,

Ribs worn through, portals of a forgotten beast.

Race to the ends of the earth, most westerly breast of Europa,

To find the nesting puffins, to make your heart sing.

Press your body into the cliff as it juts to nothingness.

Peer down at the vast below.

Seal your identity on this blood moon eclipse we cannot see.

For the light is always bright here, brighter still as home nears.

There is a vastness, as earth in cosmos.

Reminder of mortality, a grain of sand.

There is not the feather.

Nor not the tools to repel down this face and away from fear

As the old men who still collect eggs to honor the ancestors.

Reversal of roles in reverence.

Read runes to harness lunar shadow in everlasting twilight.
Become Uroz, the ancient ox, wild unbridled strength, a seed,

a beacon for self and world.

Chariot on one wing, birch on another, grow roots and go forth.
You are so strong, so brave, and shouldn’t always have to be.
Breathe in presence, out peace.

Breathe in balance, out freedom, connect.

The trolls journey at night, we follow by day.

They have been caught and frozen, shovel in hand,

trying to tear the coast apart.

The fairies watch wondering as we peer through the sorcerer’s door

at cauldron within, foreign markings that feel right.

A struggle, a sorrow, but never more.

Ravens are much larger than crows and

the invisibility spell takes far too much blood to be my magic.

A sickening in this death over stolen milk,

Such scarcity.

Warm water, cold rain, rinse, repeat, release.
“Your heart is the softest place on earth. Take care of it.”

When the world is ending, will you want to know, as Odin, and die in honor?

Will you watch the clouds roll in with me? On these last lava rocks and soak them into our skin.