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 12, 2015


Make her naked
with rain.

Treat her like 
a rampant season

embarrassed by 
her empty lakes.

Carry her name
in your mouth.

Swallow each letter
like a skeleton key.

Words…she’s known them,
touched their tyranny often,

but will never trust them
to suture a wound.

Mystery on raisin toast,
her favorite late night snack.

Silence: a memory,
a lullaby in her ears.

You love her like a kite,
broken and yellow at your feet.

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