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 8, 2012


The wind soughing in the trees
is a line only a poet would write.
And soughing is a word
only a poet would
muscle into a poem.

So when I came to
the line and the word
a chill ran through me,
something deep within
swayed, shivered and sighed -
an ancient part of myself
and I found myself
gasping for air.

It was then that I knew
I had a tree inside -
and couldn’t breath
because the two trees,
the one within me
and the one on the page
in the poem I was reading,
were busy singing
each to each
and using me
to make their oxygen,
their song.

1 comment:

  1. According to the dictionary, to sough means to seek. What was the wind seeking, rummaging through the trees?