Nordic Song; St. Ann’s Day, 2018
Friendship torn, ripped, shattered
Shards forevermore scattered
On the strand where eternal waves
Slowly lap bonds and memories
Smoothing and transforming them
Into silent inert salty granules
Of a loveless, insipid, lifeless expanse.
Harshly breaking waves
Friction smoothing sand,
Cradling … caressing … comforting
Sussuring a perennial berceuse.
Oh, Vӧlva – you who see my abject despair,
Wave your magically omnipotent wand!
Free me in haste from Freyja’s nightmare.
St. Ann’s Day, 2018
A spark engendered glowing embers
exuding warmth, intensifying
shining brightly, with cerulean eyes
and pure, wide heartwarming smile.
But too soon a layer of grayish cold ash
enveloped the coals, cooled the bonds,
extinguished a friendship held so dear.
A fog descended, clouding the face
He could no longer see, nor hear
the voice, her warmth no longer near.
apprehension, and tears?
Poor scribbler –stop the screaming folly!
What has ceased –accept it –has ceased.
La commedia e’ finita.