Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, October 25, 2012



The Sounding

The other side
of drum: bone.
A tympani forged, shivers
through a window,
spirals, pulses, pitches,
into music
that becomes
our listening.


The Avalanche

A rocky planet
whirls beneath our feet
67,000 mile per hour
around the sun.
Earth’s little pirouette.
A periodicity we never feel.
Yet, if one otolith
of the inner ear
avalanches down
the wrong canal,
a room will lurch
and walls will wheel,
our bodies will lose their balance.
A helter-skelter of this kind
will marry gratitude to gravity  
faster than the speed of sound -
and have us hold stillness
as a phenomenon we can prize
even more than perfect pitch.

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