Crow Wind

Crow Wind

On the crow wheel, the war wind

black Valkyries ride

when battle's faltered, when red hands are still.

Full of eyes they become,

to see far and know

just how we rise up in the crop of a crow;

so the lost and blind
will learn to fly

with the bright-eyed on wheels of sky.

~January 2016

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Images: Crow at Sunset.  by F. Lionel via National Geographic Photo Contest 2015
Still from Vikings TV series on History channel, season one
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Viking Spiritual

Viking Spiritual

There'll be a morning

to rise up and go,

when wings pink-plucked naked

are finally fledged,

when the wind shows her kindness

not too hard nor too little.
We'll ride on the back

of a valkyrie's song.

There'll be a noonday

forgiven  with flowers

over the battlefield

poppied with stone,

sunlight in a child's cup,

cedars swayed in a kiss,

voices raised in the shield song

for hearts killed in war.

There'll be an evening

written slant in our name.

We'll be its last murmur;

rose summer will glow

on a face now forgotten

and darkness will close

sweet as mead, deep as dream,

long as the serpent

that swallows the world.

~April 2013

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Poetics: Trip the Poem Fantastic

Karin Gustafson(Manicddaily) asks us to take a trip without leaving the farm, or about leaving the farm, or having nothing to do with the farm, like this one.

Image: Valkyrie, by Stephen Sinding, Copenhagen
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Apophenia By The Numbers

Apophenia 

By the Numbers

Seven shadowed Norns

midwifed her birth;

six o'clock sailors sold

ships that sank

before sundown;

five fat forgers signed

on the dotted line

in the land of Moredirt

where the money lies.

Ten digits of tinnitus

tiptapped the tin roof,

typewriting the storm;

nine cottonwoods cracked

at the crotch in the crazy quilt wind;

fourteen lances broken, better

wild than tamed

in the land of Spin

where the losers lie.

Zero gravitas at zero degrees,

one soft green planet fooling

the void; two warriors rode

out in mourning mist,

three chances to fill

the bottomless bucket;

four givens forgotten

in the Halls of Asgard

where valkyries don't die.

~October 2012

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apophenia by Hedgewitch O'theWilds

Process Notes: Apologies to JRR Tolkein for mangling his One Ring poem.
"Apophenia: is the experience of seeing meaningful patterns or connections in random or meaningless data."~wikipedia
In Norse Mythology: The Norns are female beings who spin the threads of Fate at the foot of the world tree Yggdrasil; they are said to preside at childbirth and determine the fate of the newborn.
Fourteen lances refers to the fourteen Aesir, a pantheon of Norse Gods and Goddesses which included Thor, Loki, Baldur and Odin, all destined to perish in the final battle of Ragnarök

Header Image: Black Flag, 1937, by Rene Magritte
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