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, November 15, 2012


fickle spirit
glutton of love
when all your preening has left you bored
come yowling at our door
and watch the night grow hinges
and our hearts open up its house

traipse across our tables
purloin from the pooches bowl
step where we step
try to trip us up
it is guaranteed we’ll fall

climb into our angles
and close your  grey-blue eyes
splay your every limb
let the music motor forth

but please tame your knife-like fire
don't let the lightning strike                                             
don't open up the vein

we promise to behave
to surmise your every need

as long as you don't hex us
or let the jinx stray from it cage

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