I remember the words of my Elder:

Each telling you are creating the World anew.


Words have power, raw magic, refined magic

However they slide up the throat along

the shuddering chords


They seize ahold of us through the ears, the eyes

hold us because through them

we hold You, us, Worlds, Ancestors, vaettir


The whole body hears and feels

The cold pit in the stomach, the sweat on the brow, the widened eyes, fear,

The heat, creased forehead, gritted teeth, rage


Words crush the soul

Revive a religion

End lives


Join us to one another

Heal us

Make us














The telling creates the Worlds anew.

  1. October 23, 2015 at 4:14 am


  2. ganglerisgrove
    October 23, 2015 at 6:40 am

    Reblogged this on Gangleri's Grove and commented:
    a powerful and evocative piece from Sarenth.

  3. October 23, 2015 at 7:24 am

    Reblogged this on facingthefireswithin.

  4. October 24, 2015 at 2:23 pm

    Reblogged this on Ironwood Witch and commented:

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