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3 years ago  ::  Nov 19, 2011 - 10:49AM #1
John_T_Mainer
Posts: 1,658

Woden softly whispers


Skadi’s snow does call


Sanity and safety


Will not long hold me thrall


 


Somewhere in the darkness


Deep within the wood


The wild hunt is stirring


The wolf in me does call


 


Spear on seat beside me


I weave up to the mountain


From rain and snow in lowlands


To snow and ice at height


 


There within the forest


I let the madness slip


Throw off law and order


Sanity and speech


 


Clothes I leave behind me


Barefoot in the snow


Wearing naught but fury


And the war-spear in my fist


 


Deep into the forest,


Far from electric light


I dance within the darkness


To the pounding of the blood


 


The battle-glad does call me


The wild hunt does call


Skin burns like new drunk whiskey


Limbs numb as night-long drunk


 


Snow in silence shields my steps


Night my white limbs cloak


Madness makes me lightning swift


Age cast off with clothes


 


Moving shadow paces me


Spirit or illusion thought


‘till crash of shattered undergrowth


Branded bear my running mate


 


Side by side we raced the night


Leaping undergrowth and log


Deer flew from our snarling race


And the thunder of our blood


 


At last I came to forest edge


War-spear in my fist


Clothes and sanity await


My life at end of chase


 


Stumble now to don my clothes


My fury strength now fled


Down from the mountain I must go


Laughing to myself


 


Somewhere out there rides the hunt


Somewhere Woden calls


Peaceful is my soul this morn


Who danced in Woden’s night


 


John T Mainer

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3 years ago  ::  Nov 19, 2011 - 9:02PM #2
Amycain
Posts: 4,383

wow another gem John


society, modern technology


only drowns out the instinct call of nature


for those who stay enwrapped in it.


you capture the primal so well!

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