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 27, 2014


Its shape could be anything:
A fumbled divination.
A map of County Clare.
A shaman’s autograph.
Wax that seals the letter’s secret.
Otter’s coy wink.
Cupid’s lollipop.
The first And of the first question,
the else of the last.
Raspberry's inky font.
Aphrodite’s areola.
Rabbit’s panicked print.
Doubt's deaf ear.
A badge.
A curse.
Memory's smear.
A gobbler’s drooping snood.
Or the ghost of Pequot blood.

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