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 21, 2017


Don’t keep poking at it.
Leave it be.
It’ll turn to dust
in its own time.

The life this shed flesh
once clung to

has moved on,
you should too.

Let die in you
what needs to die.

Leave it like a rind
by the side of the road.

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