HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.


SIGR! FREOD! SUN!

You bind the birds
and strangle flowers

You poison chosen wells
and are felling care trees

You cut away Holiness,
burn Goodness
and spit in the bloods


Setting myself as well-guard.


Covering the naked Tree
with my wounded body

Setting life in grey blue skies
and turn the bark to the Sun

Painting the flowers’ colours ready
and make the stones come alive

My Önd scorns darkness
and gives Light its striations

So be my friend, you loved,
and give yourself grape stock
(The most beautiful to behold)

Bind meadow flowers
in a wreath around your head
(The most beautiful to be tied)

Give yourself as final well water,
holied and filled with might
(The cleanest that can be brought forth)

HEAR MY NAMES!

SIGR! FREOD! SUN!

WE ARE REAL!




Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-31 at 19:57

Tags Sigr  Freod  Sol 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Once again your use of alliteration and assonance is a wonder to behold.
2023-11-02