Freyja's Tears (20/30)


The prompt for day twenty over at NaPoWriMo was to write a kenning poem. Kennings were riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas, basically, ways of calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description.
 



She
is the glow of
Grímnir's lip-streams;
a sky-candle
warming a wound-sea.

I live in the
serpent's lair of her voice
which crashes upon my heart
like Ægir's daughters.

Not even the
sleep of the sword
will keep me from her.




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1 comment:

  1. A la m...! No entendí nada! Jajaj (⊙_☉)(⊙_☉)(◎_◎;)

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