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 11, 2012

(a retelling of the poem PUNGENT)

There are many details to a story.  
Like the part where the shaman says
Take your brother to the water,
This is what your grandmother, on the other side, wants.
Or the part where the bird with the broken wing,
Found on the freeway, is calmed by the carpenter’s voice,
As he reads Jonathan Livingston Seagull out loud.
Or the part where the bloke with the heavy heart
Prays by pouring water into the Bay.
Or the part where a bridge or a prison
Appear symbolically and actually.
But when it comes to this story, the one 
I’ve been telling you about, as if it were 
A fractured fable, all you really need to know
Is that the man on the shoreline wept
And the bird with the broken wing
Paddled safely out to sea.

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