Divine Mythology

This ash tree stands at the center of the universe. Its roots are drenched in blood where hidden souls have fought for the throne or maybe they are fighting still though the land has been reclaimed. This ash tree stands at the center of history though we cannot tell how near the end we are by looking at its striking limbs as if lightning bolted from the earth, struck the sky and petrified, tawny and mazed. A leaf drops like a shoe to the foot of the tree, but I refuse to walk away. My heart is this tree’s seed. Let it be buried with blood. Its roots are within. This war has been won or I wouldn’t remain. April 22, 2017 For 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 For YGGDRASIL ME - Poetry Contest