Odin’s gifts


Odin on his horse Sleipnir

Born into this land of rolling hills,
not grand but forested, with the breath
and mystery of birch, beech and pine,

the rattle of industry in one ear,
the whisper of Odin in the other –
be old, be poetic, have mind,

have fury of snow, wind, cold,
parching sun, have feeling
for this earth, have head and

no head, be sentimental, be wide
and narrow like these vales, take
flight and be stuck, be wise,

be goat – belligerent, sights up,
appreciate peace for the right thing.
Magic has risen in hazel, smoothness

derived from yew. Wander
in your forests, emerge, breathe out,
breathe in, leave some runes.

– Niebla ( © 2008 )

Whatever I am, have or lack, tonight I’m blaming it on Odin‘s gifts. Written upon mythological inspiration by Totally Optional Prompts.

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About niebla

I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil.
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2 Responses to Odin’s gifts

  1. A very beautiful poem. I read it as a sort of treatise on life. I enjoyed the simplicity of the lines, and the smooth flow of your words.

  2. niebla says:

    Thank you for visiting and commenting, Mariacristina.

    It is sort of a treatise … on my life …

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