Dancing

The road rushes past

My cigar glows in my hand

The rainvaettir come down, a billion upon billion rattling dancers

The road, the car, all full of the sound of Their feet

 

The road rushes past and I see it

The first lightning bolt of the season here

Arc through the sky, behind the clouds

A silhouetted dancer

Whose drumming partner pounds and the sky shakes

 

Tendrils of smoke out the window and up to you all

The Thunderbird People

The rainvaettir

The stormvaettir

The Jotuns of storms

The Spirit of Storms

Odin

Thor

 

I call to you and say your names as Midgard fills with stomps with billions of feet

As the skies split with the fury of dancers and beating of wings

As the wind shakes and the clouds let loose the crowds

As the drumming thunderers crash and clash

The Worlds are alive and here

The Worlds are alive and there

and I am thankful to bear witness

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  1. Keen
    April 26, 2016 at 12:31 am

    …you wouldn’t happen to be in Southern California, would you? Otherwise, synchronicities ahoy for me, as this describes an exact moment that I had this evening down to the T.

    Hail Thor, hail Chaak!

    • April 26, 2016 at 12:35 am

      Heh, nope. I’m in Michigan. ^_^
      Hail Thor! Hail Chaak!

  2. Renee
    April 26, 2016 at 10:22 am

    This is a lovely poem !

  3. April 26, 2016 at 3:12 pm

    this is breathtaking and wonderful.

  4. Sparrow
    April 26, 2016 at 10:31 pm

    Very beautiful poem.

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