Two love poems…

Then was my love

Then was my love,
I saw time with its dull scythe
And rusted blade
Over the sea water come,
It killed her terribly,
Tide hoisted into an abyss;
Wound and spindled
Hair and bone
Drowned her cries,
Swallowed deep
Into bags of seaweed.

The Sargasso is her tomb,
Food for fish, fed in dark shades;
Once above, the stars
Our twilight, now dreams muted
Stiff as sand, leave me now
Where she lies; damn the sea
That sped her death, soon to
Take mine, take me to the water
Of her breasts; I drink and drink
Of salt to rob the fluids of my heart;
Awake, my sleeper my ghostly bride.

N40 Then was my love

 

Edda and her love for Grimr

Through throats of forest where rivulets labour and
Ravens cry down along ago, a conceiving moon in
High chalk sky, there one night Edda walked till met
The wooded giant name of Grimr, cudgelling a spell;
Do tell, she pleaded, in white linen and crown, why
I’ve a fever from the soft second I saw you, a hollow
Minute I feel in my womb; all my world has become
One, one windy something- the moon and mood hath
Shed one bright white light; your demeanor of unshodden
Foot, uplifting hand, mossy hair, wonder of flesh, blood
Blessed heart- called in my eyes, I’ve fallen deeply for you;
Not for the waning ghost of a fellow, whose words are spat,
Has hallowed heart and creaking bones; no thank you for
That stony idiom, mother and father. In the shadows I sought
The forest warmth, its shapes of thought, my mind sought
The answer, dissolved the tear, parents no longer grieved
My absence; I am a princess of the realm, yet scrubbed of
Anarchy- a young woman seeking love in crumbled wood.
You, who at once like a wisp of wind, beseeched me for a
Frolicking dance- what a hedgerow of joys, through the aisles
Of thistle where the white owl flies; you wooed me. And from
The first you spoke, you had my secret, my love, my betrothed.

N41 Edda and her love for Grimr