Ice

Ice

I dreamed a life where being was enough,

where the past was only compost-covered snow

hard frozen but remote and not renewed,

saw verdant in the end a green sheathed globe

with a cold that didn't matter at the core.

But dreams dissolve, while winter has a way

of building ice that overtakes the clay.

~February 2013

55 icicles for    the g-man

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The Snow Thrall

The Snow Thrall

The north wind blows and writes a tale

on night black air, her ink ice-pale,

runes flowing from her pen of snow.

The storm’s her music made to blow

the story singing down the vale.

She cries the one-eyed god’s own tale:

nine days he hung and dared not fail

to learn the things a god must know

who lives in thrall to singing snow.

The north wind blows.

Thought and memory leave no trail

raven high on white winds’ tail,

raven black on books of snow

and helpless as the god below

to change the ending of the tale

the north wind blows.

January 2011

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This poem is written in the rondel form.

Odin was the ruler of Asgard in Norse mythology, the god associated with wisdom, war, battle and death, as well as  magic, poetry, and  prophecy. He placed one of his eyes in the well beneath the world tree, Yggdrasil and also hung from the tree for nine days in order to learn the wisdom which would give him power in the nine worlds. He had two ravens named Huginn and Muninn(Thought and Memory.) He is destined to be slain by Fenrir, the father of wolves, at Ragnarok.

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