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, October 17, 2019

DEADHEADING

These days
my thinking
is made of them:
blossoms,
dry and rotting
stalk upon stalk.

Deadheading
is what’s needed
to keep this spoilage
from spreading,
from seeding further.

May this poem
be the shears
to spawn new growth.

And the prayer 
to the perennials
that could flourish
in my mind.
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