It's Still Life

Völuspá: The Stir

They called her back
from Valhöll,
from green roots and stones.

One hand on the rim of heaven,
with no knowledge
of where she’d been.

She is Vala,
the seerer.
She casts words
across her pearled stones,

for those great and large,
for fathers of old times
and early borne,

for deeds of great recount,
for their sons reared
to carrying those deeds
into chaotic chasms,

and she throws black stones
for those small and without,
whose fathers carry
no deeds of credit
or station,

whose small names are lost
in the shift of sand,

spoken by none,
nor sea,
nor waves,
nor where grass is without.

And she called on Nine Worlds
to revenge them all.

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Inspired by the Books of The Elder Eddas of Sæmund Sigfusson and the Younger Eddas, and the chapter Völuspá, The Vala’s Prophecy. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.