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 19, 2017

SCRIMSHAW

I felt sometimes like I was trying to carve scrimshaw
while wearing oven mittens.

Elizabeth Gilbert


I had to look the word up.
Delicate engravings done
by seafarers on whalebone.

Gilbert was referring to
her writing life
and what it took to keep
the practice alive.

To scrimshaw on
tooth or bone,
metaphorically speaking,
to employ the fine point
of an engraving tool,
you must first employ
another mightier implement,
a harpoon.
You must hurl it into
a great ocean.
You must kill a whale.

Life is my leviathan.

Ishmael, Ahab, White whale…
teachers one an all,
help me to stay committed to the chase.
But let me learn to make compassion,
kindness, my harpoon.

Only then can I truly do
the more delicate work
of writing down the bone.









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