Of Alfar and Dvergar

Alβiz Alfar Föðr,
Born of moonbeams
Dancing on the fog of the forrest
Near the river of Rhun,
Patriarch to seven brothers and sisters
Awoken on the riverbank.

Married Nerþuz, earth mother,
Daughter of sunlight
Refracted off the dew drops
Dripping from a rose petal.

Five sons and four cities founded
In the north west of the world,
Where the Alfar found a home:
Falȝaz the wise, student of Nature,
Keeper of her secrets.
Warrior twins, Gorȝaz and Finđȝaz,
Defenders of their tribe.
Murȝaz the cultivator
Of fruits, vegitables, and lamb.
Đwerȝaz the fabricator,
Crafting tools, weapons and treasures
For his parents, brothers, and people.

Đwerȝaz Dvergar Föðr,
Molding metals as if so much clay.
Móðsognir Đwerȝaz-son
Digging at the misty dark
Mines of Niðavellir,
Searching the earths for metals and gems
For his father and brother, Durinn,
To mold into swords, stones, spears and cauldrons,
Treasures kept in city vaults
Until their time of need.

12-5-17

Pronunciation Guide:
Alfar = Al-far (old Norse, Elf)
Dvergar = D-verg-ar (Old Norse, Dwarves, Plural of Dvergr)
Alβiz = Al-viz
Föðr = Fa-ther
Rhun = Rune
Nerþuz = Ner-thooz (“th” as in Thor)
Falȝaz = Fal-yaz
Gorȝaz = Gore-yaz
Finđȝaz = Finth-yaz (“th” as in father)
Murȝaz = Mer-yaz
Đwerȝaz = Thwer-yaz (“th” as in father)
Móðsognir = Moeth-sog-near (“th” as in father)
Niðavellir = Nith-a-vel-ear (“th” as in father)

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An Additional Verse for Leonard Cohen’s ‘Hallelujah’

Walking darkened halls each day
Just for the chance she’ll look your way
And when the moment came, she looked right through ya.
The disappointment it weighed you down,
But despair wasn’t meant to be worn like a crown,
Its a very cold and a very hollow hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…

11/28/17

Tanka for My Son

Watching you grow up
Grateful for every moment
Bound by love, not blood.
Baseball, Jedi, and Time Lords
I never want it to end.

11/21/17

My fourth response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge Recap & A Month of November Poetry Prompts.

 

Patterns and Dust

Passing through eternity,
Through the cycles of infinity.
Things grow and flourish,
Decay and die,
Each end a beginning,
Each beginning and end,
Sometimes the same end,
The same beginning.

Circles and cycles of history,
Repeating, rhyming:
Patterns in the fog,
Order in the chaos,
A lotus flower in the swamp.

11/16/17

Comfort (Haiku)

Comfortable, warm
Cotton, Wool, and body heat
Scented candles burn.

11/16/17

My third response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge Recap & A Month of November Poetry Prompts.

Stormbringer

Cold black blade
Burning blood red runes
Wisdom worms
Burrowing into tombs

The price of the blade
Is the blood that is spilled,
The victories all hollow
When all else is killed.

11/12/17

 

I’ve been rereading a few of Michael Moorcock’s Eternal Champion novels (The Eternal Champion and Phoenix in Obsidian so far. I’ll be starting The Dragon in the Sword next) and this was the result

October (Haiku)

Golden Foliage
Summer falls into Winter
Frozen until Spring

11/3/17

My second response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge Recap & A Month of November Poetry Prompts.

Dusk (Haiku)

Twilight stars arise
Lighting the midnight highway
There’s nothing to fear

11/3/17

My first response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge Recap & A Month of November Poetry Prompts.

The Lovin’ in Vain Blues

 

What do you do
When all your love’s in vain?
Tell me, what do you do
When all your love’s in vain?

Mama, please tell me
How do you deal with the pain?

It’ll smother your heart
’til you can’t hardly stand,
It’ll smother your heart, Mama,
‘Til you can’t hardly stand

And all you ever wanted
Was someone to hold your hand.

There ain’t nothing worse than a woman
Who just wants to be your friend,
I say, there ain’t nothing worse than a woman
Who just wants to be your friend

I tell ya, brother, its just the beginning,
The beginning of the end.

The end of your loving,
And the beginning of your pain
Brother, its the end of your loving,
And the beginning of your pain

But that’s just the way it is
When all your love’s in vain.

27 April 1995

Inspired by Robert Johnson‘s song Love in Vain

Paths

Paths cross in the woods
And merge into one.
World weary travelers
Share each other’s company,
Pool their resources,
And restore their strength.
The paths fork in two
Out on the plains.