Poem:

"The Voelva"

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A poem by Liadan

(Reprinted by permission of the author)

I am the Hooded One

my mouth is not my mouth

birds whirl around my feet.

I read his pain

I read the skein

spread hand-to-hand

god to man

across the Void.

Sing me through the Gates

I will brush you in the dark

Snow from a night sky

You will not see me fly.

Suck my speech

bitter and fine.

Drink down the words of the Well:

your thirst will not be quenched.

I will pierce you

through the starred veil

through the skin

and you will rock

with the truth in your belly.

Chant you the stone lore,

Bleed.

Do battle over words

and the birth of words:

your thirst will not be quenched.

Liadan

Created by Chandonn and Jordsvin

all works used by permission of the authors