It's Still Life

And this I also know.

At the end of heaven’s wings
Comes wind.
Over courts
And alters of
The Weavers who
This world hast hung.

Væfprúbnir móbur bräutir már

.Hung.from a
Weave a story for time.
Weave a home fared
Thee three of wise. We,
Of life we come. We,

Of secrets cast.
Weavers in this and
Every world.
Life-Cravers.
Life-Givers.

Væfprúbnir fjölp ek freistapak,

Hidden in ash of Yggdrasil
And morning dew.
We are Dread-Winter.
Weaver’s of wolves – bringers
Of a new sun for

We swallow the old one
And clear heaven again.

Væfprúbnir bú’st á vísästr verå

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This is the continuation of the 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. 42-46 pg 48-56, 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.