It's Still Life

Poetic form: Tanka (5.7.5.7.7) st. 31-37/pg 136-7

This one is Winter
Borne for the measure of years.
First borne was Summer
To one called Sweet-Water she sprang,
But Wind-Cold raced on fierce and dread.

Untold Winters weave.
He was son of Sorrow’s-Seed.
Eldest of those days
From him, the whole of our kin,
Those winters laid cradles bare.

This is a series of Found Poetry sourced from Ragnarök, The Elder or Poetica Edda,  commonly known as Sæmund’s Edda, a study of Teutonic Mythology and the elemental powers in chaos, Translation Series Vol. II, .st. 31-37/pg 136-7 released under the terms of CCO 1.0, Universal Public Domain. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Images and poetry ©️Misky 2006-2024.