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, August 6, 2015


She walks
thru the door.

Her kindness
holds it open

as I approach.
This invitation

a cross draft,

an updraft,
that lifts, suddenly,

her short skirt.
She fidgets

in place, forces
the fabric down,

in a hurry,
with her free hand.

Such a clumsy
concierge, she is.

Only when
I’ve passed thru

does she
let the door

go, does she

down the hall—

her kindness

making way
for another

side of self, 
shame, to enter.

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