I’m in sandals.
Mid-morning.
Thoughts of Midgard
and Northmen.
And sturdystock;
Noresemen.
I’m sweeping snow.
In the morning sun.
I guessed it’d be easier
to sweep than cut in
at the heels and lift.
And turn.
And toss.
Then cut in again.
I sweep.
Some geese call out from the
hazy near-beyond.
Returnéd from
their night of snow.
From wherever they ever go.
And extend their webbed feet,
so made for water.
So smooth.
So broad.
So slick.
And find
...well...
they do find water.
A flash-frozen pond.
A crackening rather than a splashering.
I wonder if they’d notice.
I wonder when they know.
That snow means ice.
And if they entertain a
moment’s surprise.
At finding dry feet.
And stiff-plane pond.
I sweep the snow
The birds skate and wait.
For sun to lower them.
Into the wet.
By a few more feet.
Categories:
midgard, snow, water, winter,
Form: Free verse
As the Nordic gods all gathered around
for there is a treasure that I have found
The Celtic gods all came as well
To listen to what I had to tell
For the Fenris Wolf has been unleashed
no one shall save Odin from this beast
Both the gods of Aesir and Vanir alike
when comes Ragnarok will have to strike
Brother against brother shall fight this day
And the Midgard serpent no one can slay
Thor takes three steps, after being bitten by the snake
no man or god will ever see him awake
As the Celtic gods, all looked on in awe
None of them could foresee the fall of Thor
So the Celtic tribe of Danaan formulated a plan
to help the Norse gods they’d be led by Bran
The mother of the gods, Danu was there too
And the Morrigu joined in with their Ravens flew
Nuada and Lugh led their warriors to the field
With the sword of light, a magical spear, and shield
But the Norns had weaved in runes this event
and no matter how they tried they could not prevent
The outcome may be bleak but there is some relief
A man and woman survive in the Old Norse belief
Categories:
midgard, magic, mystery, myth, mythology,
Form: Couplet
Another harsh Winter we must face
It Matters not, no one can escape Fate
Not Even The Gods
With Bravery we shall Stand Strong
In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid
Fenrir Will Lay dead
By Dawn's Perch
Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar
It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar
Protector's of Ragnorak
The Army of The Gods
The Lovers of Valhalla
All of Midgard will sing
Of our triumph and their Defeat
Sadly all will come, In a twinkling
To An Utter End
Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor
Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel
Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil
Do us well
Remembrance of our noble deeds
Is all well enough
Sing the Song
We Are The Einherjar
Categories:
midgard, adventure, allegory, animals, dedication,
Form: Ballad
The tempest rages, tossing longboats high -
It’s better than a ‘straw death’ way to die.
But is the cause the writhing Midgard snake?
Are Aegir and his Maidens wide awake?
Is Aegir lurking, planning a surprise,
To clutch at us, with glee in his old eyes?
I scan for nixies, undines, and mermaids,
And hope we reach the land to savour raids.
Next, comes the singing of the Lorelei:
Ignore her voice if you don’t want to die!
As storms subside, just sea spray makes us wet.
Beware! Ran may be waiting with her net -
She’d hope to drag us down to her stronghold;
To buy our comfort there, we carry gold.
So on and on we sail ‘til we sight land,
As guided by the mighty Odin’s hand.
And there I’ll fight: a hero’s death for me.
Next stop Valhalla flown by Valkyr!
Categories:
midgard, adventurehope,
Form: Rhyme