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, December 6, 2012


A trailer in a trailer park.
TV noise and the twitching light.
A worn faux leather chair.
A weary body in it.
A dull mind.
A beer can open on a cork coaster.
Eyes glazed staring through the boxed-in glow.
An elbow: an angle balanced on the chair.
And the fist. The raised fist,
clenched and pumping, keeping
the massive muscle, the rock-hard forearm, contracted:
a machine unto itself – and the only remedy and magic
this man has against the dragon of pain
that haunts and taunts him at the end of every day
when he is not forging black metal with metal and fire.
When there is not a hot hammer in his hand.

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