Three Wheels
I dream the ghost;
an old woman who sits staring,
tendril-wrapped in the cold wet
wood with her soft face
washed away.
I dream the ritual;
an old woman who pedals
fast, pedals frantic, hunched
simian over three thin wheels
meant for a child.
I see the flooding quarry
and what they dig there that
must not be found. The old woman
pedals madly, seeing all that goes
around and round.
I dream the Völva;
a grey woman who throws back
her unmade face and howls in runes,
traveling Time with red eyes
she calls from night.
I hear the pack's full cry loping
as one; to rend, to tear, to save
the secret moon before
she can be dug
from the water and sold.
October 2021
posted for Fireblossom
I have written this roughly in the cadralor form, tho I have taken a few liberties with it.
Process Note: Völva: "A Völva is a female Shaman in Old Norse culture, religion, and mythology..A Völva practiced three different kinds of indigenous magic within Old Norse society: Seiðr, or shamanic ritual, was the ceremonial weaving of a new or different future..Spá, or prophecy, was the art of foreseeing the fates that were being continuously woven into existence by the Norns.. Galdr, or incantation, was the art of singing or chanting for the purposes of changing or influencing an outcome..." ~Shieldmaiden's Sanctum
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