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, January 8, 2015


Which is it,
puppets or puppeteers?

Strings, wires visible
or shadows dancing

behind screens? Sleights
of hand or engineering feats?

or acrobatics?

Enigmatic exposures
or skilled obfuscations,

Things seen 

or not? Or both 
at once? is still 
all a strange choreography,

a spectacle
that fools no one,

but ohhhh!
does it dazzle.

The truth is:
the moment we enter

the Grand Chapiteau
we have already decided

to suspend our disbelief,
for a bit of theater.

This is how we believe
in believing, one more time.

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