It's Still Life

Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.14

Sliding on Ice

slide through the day
as if on ice,
on a slick by
a flaring flame of sun,

En á ísi skrípa

be thee a rootless tree,
a waxing wave,
a brittle billow,
a rooting boar,

En á ísi skrípa

be thee a broken blade,
the whim of a child,
the first own fruit,
I am a wild wind,

En á ísi skrípa

I am a helmless ship on
this rhyme-thawed fell,
this, my whirling wheel
sliding on ice.

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Description for the visually impaired: A stark black and white drawing depicts a gnarled tree, its trunk morphing into the head of a boar, with wind-swept branches and grass extending to the right, creating a sense of dynamic movement and surreal transformation.

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 77-83, 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 2006-2025.