#icelandic
no wolf
walks here
no serpent
slides
no eight-legged
steed rides
just a soul alive
still, born of
a milkmaid
under earth
Lokabur
in me who
treads this
new earth
silently...
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 10:48 AM UTC
A love like this,
perhaps it isn't made
for mundane living.
I can still feel
the texture of your
deep yellow shirt
as I held you in my arms,
sleeping your holy sleep.
At the very centre of my fingertips,
I can still feel the sense
that I am holding life itself,
that I am holding - Infinity.
Green and new as emerging plant life,
vaster than the velvety immensity
of this Icelandic night.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
Gudron graced many a viking's visions,
like a Helen or a Guenevere.
But no ray of light could be shone
on her four disturbing dreams.
Until one day a wise kinsman called,
a dream interpreter, who told her
that she would outlast four husbands.
His foretelling came to pass.
But she never wed the man she loved.
He set sail. Gudron remained.
Iceland's first christian nun.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
Þú keyrir í gegnum æðar eins eldingu Boltinn
Og sál mín sleppur frá endalaus myrkrina;
Hljóðið af hugsunum mínum í gröfin:
Þú kveikja stig af sálinni í neista.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC