Month: Dec 2024
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26 Dec: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Nico says that I’m ninety ten years old. And to think that just a few days ago I walked 17.9 kilometres around London. Not half bad for a woman who’s 100, however I’m filled with thankfulness that I’m not 100. Yet. 2. I am happy as a dog with two…
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23 December: Happy Jul
Another new year nears, and I want to take a moment to express my gratitude for each of you who have taken the time to read and comment on my poetry and prose. Your friendship has been a source of joy, support, and inspiration. Thank you.
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20 Dec: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am more than just a little thankful that all the Christmas food shopping is done … because it’s a madhouse out there! Our usual supermarket had a queue of cars three long blocks down the road. And I am not one to wait in a queue for more than…
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20 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And this I also know. The one called Mother is richerThan wealth, tho’ hersIs a burden of worded sword. Ósnjall mapr hyggsk munu æy lifá Too deep they are. DeeperThan the wits she keepsWatch o’er flame. She who Is called Bairn’s-Strife,She who suffers a daily death –For her bairn drinks in Ever-Live. það gefur honum…
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19 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.5
And this I also know. The power of gods and foeShall swallow with ice-cold jaw. Gáttir allar, apr gangi fråm, ’tis old lore to the ear.’tis a wits-word.’tis ever wisest the Weaver Of word-keep and secret, sheWho is called Hearth-Warm, she Of fated lip that speaks in silence.Once and again. She who wanders wide for…
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18.12.24 Ink in Thirds
Every Ebb and Sigh I sit here, on a bench, a memorial seat to someone I don’t know, taking in a breath of salt and secrets drifting from the rising sea. This incoming tide is a melody of brine; my dreams; their ghosts; rushing in on the keel of an old ship, sails like fallen…
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18 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: The Weavers c.4 And this I also know. Sá ës sæll ës sjálfir of ǎ ’tis ill this sword of faults.’tis a silent spine, too bold and dry-skinned. to wit men suffer a hasty tongue.to wit her Mother’s measure.to wit men feast of faults. Byrpi bẽtri berræt mápr braútu át, And this I also…
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17 Dec: A Six – Drifting from The Moles Pub
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 4 Drifting from The Three Moles Pub “Did ya get lost, or what, Brigid? … re-bloody-calculating,” says the child-like brogue of the SatNav — Nick’s focus snaps to the map on the PCM screen, “… lil’ fucker …” he grins. “Thanks…
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16 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.3
And this I also know. At the end of heaven’s wingsComes wind.Over courtsAnd alters ofThe Weavers who This world hast hung. Væfprúbnir móbur bräutir már .Hung.from aWeave a story for time.Weave a home faredThee three of wise. We,Of life we come. We, Of secrets cast.Weavers in this andEvery world.Life-Cravers.Life-Givers. Væfprúbnir fjölp ek freistapak, Hidden in…
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14 Dec Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And of this I know. There is one called Wind-Cool.She winter’s sire,Fierce is its race, Loud sounding For measuring moons.Eldest in days. pä vas fyrst af mant And there is one called Rain’s Poison-drops.Answer well dread race ofAncient childrenWho from frost’s arm wasBorn. Thou of old.Thou of art.Thou of wind over waves,Moon’s devourer andTroll’s firstBreath.…
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