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 14, 2016


It comes with the territory–
with the choice of

cold-rolled steel,
being corset-bound,

harnessed and hammered 
into place.

There is a heft
 in every plate,

in every lamination,
from comb to saboton.

Every movement
is a rasp, a groan

of metal
against metal.

You look and walk
like an alien.

This is what it means
to be defended, guarded.

In other words: a prisoner
safe behind bars.

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