Sunday, 13 April 2014

Norse Sound-Bites

I am a feeder of ravens.
When you see them swoop
Suddenly from the sky
It is my hand they seek.
I do not feed them
With grain or seed
But with tales of their brothers.
They land in the green clearing,
Circle my feet and listen.

I’m no girl of the houses.
I have read the papers
and know my mind’s worth.
I speak the language of the birds
And know the music of the sea.
I have travelled the swan road
In a ship of night. 
And gathered to my shoulders
The sky’s black cloak.

My oldest friend 
Is the Lord of Laughter.
He tells me things that split my sides
Like an axe splits wood.
When I leave his company
My bones hurt for days.

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