Three Word Sonnets for the Old Man

I.

Chewing
Phonemes
Sucking
Sounds
I
Seek
Him.

With
Words
Not
Mine
He
Is
Found.

II.

I
Am
A
Valkyrie
Pinned
By
Her
Own
Spear
To
The
Earth.
Ravens
Bleed.

III.

Pulp
In
My
War
God’s
Mouth,
Low-hanging
Fruit,
Incandescent
In
Dying.
He
Is
Ravenous.

About ganglerisgrove

Galina Krasskova has been a Heathen priest since 1995. She holds a Masters in Religious Studies (2009), a Masters in Medieval Studies (2019), has done extensive graduate work in Classics including teaching Latin, Roman History, and Greek and Roman Literature for the better part of a decade, and is currently pursuing a PhD in Theology. She is the managing editor of Walking the Worlds journal and has written over thirty books on Heathenry and Polytheism including "A Modern Guide to Heathenry" and "He is Frenzy: Collected Writings about Odin." In addition to her religious work, she is an accomplished artist who has shown all over the world and she currently runs a prayer card project available at wyrdcuriosities.etsy.com.

Posted on March 31, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I love it when a blog causes me to increase my vocabulary. I had to look up “Phonemes”. 😉

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