When I am dry and
barren of grand verse,
let me drink of the refreshing
mead of poetry and
become a skald leaping
to the realm of Odin,
and bringing ancient wisdom
in words, enough for today
when we have forgotten
ourselves and need the
charm of sweet words to bring
us back to full sense again.

Let me drink full from this
honeyed cup and change to
an eagle flying up and up over
this world to drop wise words on
the wasteland below and wake
the dead and lift these souls,
and cover the bones with flesh again.

 

28/2/2025