untitled Thor poem

darklittlestories:

1.
You ride on the
taste-scent of rain,
the ozone breeze that
rushes over me
like a tidal pull

Gravitas—
a hammer, hard
on an anvil

the strike as
weighty as a moon
bearing full, pregnant light

but wild, joyful folly
stirs & drags me,
bare feet in wet soil
back to the
Old Ways,
the dark forest &
fallen trees, rotten wood
black from last season
soft from these spring storms

the hammer aloft,
you light up
   heavy limbs
   dark crannies
   shadowed moods
   & the earth, electric,

moves
to take in
Bolts of crackling
power, roaring
courses of water,
racing winds & wildling hearts
drumming hard in time beaten
by thunderclaps

2.
I feel you smile,
son of the Wanderer,
when your shadows
blot out our star

And you ask,
   “Wonderer,
   who brings the storm,
   & when you dance in my rain,
   will you speak
   my name?”

tagging some people who maybeeee??? like poetry for con-crit or helping me title it or just reading fun or whatever:)

@writernotwaiting
@fictions-stranger
@incredifishface
@illwynd
@lunariagold
@raven-brings-light
@philosopherking1887
@lokidreamsinbw

I was a lot less thrilled with Thor when freakishly loud thunder woke me up twice last night and drove my cat under the couch…