Destiny's Woman
High upon a platform, she dwells among two spheres
Her people mumble strange like chants, that rumble in salt air
The wizened Seidr woman, beyond her fertile years
will hold a staff, against her knees, in regard above her peers
She sits upon the platform, while the people sway and dance
Her eyes are glassy, semi-closed, her mind is in a trance
She is filler of the future's sound, while seeking out the vast
She brings to Fjords, the fish they seek, by believing in the past
Her voice is as a whisper, she heals and guides them home
Her song becomes distant wind, that fades until it's gone
Among the barren wasteland, it cackles in the cold
Her power is a mountain, found, of spirit frail, yet bold
As she sways her words like little birds, that are carried in the breeze
there are talking sounds, as if from crowns, released from winter trees
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For the contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton "All Things Norse"
7/26/14
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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