
The Weavers c.9
And of this I know.
He is life and
Was meant for a friend
Last,
Longest, but
To be fair, Fates
Gave he and gave he again
Litilla sanda
To friends
Bestowed laughter for laughter
By this friend, he had
Befriended foe
Litilla sanda kömer
The Weavers spoke
To bear
Beware
The snare of laughter
Young, you were once,
Bewildered
Who gave and gave again, and
The Weavers warned
Vitu Lifa
Vitu Lifa
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. No. 10. – pg 73-4 (32-39) (Ragnarök), 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. Image: two witches (weavers) befriending Odin in a dark forest

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