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 18, 2025

THE CREATURE’S KISS


If your ship runs aground 

in the arctic and the ice 


holds it there for days

each its own island 


of eternityand life, after all 

its myriad explorations, seems 


a wreckage you can’t escape

anymore, don’t be surprised


if the only thing

that can save you 


from a deeper desolation

comes lurching out of


the frozen frontier

as an impossibility


that you never expected

would find you, 


much less be the one 

chasing you down.


Let’s call it, forgiveness.

When it comes, welcome it 


as your lost progeny.

Let it kiss you 


with its wounded face 

and with tears in its eyes 


on the forehead

in the captain’s cabin.


Let it give you the blessing 

you couldn’t give yourself.


May its unlikely arrival be

the love that turns 


the wreck around,

so all your haunted expeditions


can come to an end

and you can sail 


into the sunrise

finally and safely home.


*Inspired by Guillermo del Toro's film, Frankenstein

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