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 24, 2015


Don’t writhe and strain
against the weight
that is all around you.
Move through it like water.
Dance to the music
of mallet and chisel
‘til you find your contraposto pose.
Explode from the block, the rock.
Emerge into life, your life,
as sculptor from slave,
with all excess chipped away—
and your hands now free
to embrace what you’ve rescued,
what you’ve cut from Carrera.

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