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, June 13, 2019

SOMBRERO

Memory dons a broad sombrero
strung with blinking, colored lights.

It holds up a jug of red wine
like a victor brandishing his trophy.

It flashes a cheeky grin.
A banquet is under way.

And those gathered in the heat of June
will toast to you, feast in your honor,

sing out your praises,
call you by your name.

You are the life of the party, Padre.
Photographs never lie.


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