Cathexis Northwest Press

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Nordic Song; St. Ann’s Day, 2018
Nordic Song


Friendship torn, ripped, shattered

Shards forevermore scattered

On the strand where eternal waves

Slowly lap bonds and memories

Violently, effortlessly

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.


Misconceptions, misunderstandings,

apprehension, and tears?


Poor scribbler –stop the screaming folly!

What has ceased –accept it –has ceased.

La commedia e’ finita.