Life

Life

In a small white room with the curtains drawn

I spend an eternity, silence ringing in my ears

Travelling to places unimaginable to those

Who’s lives are too full to be anything other than mundane

I play hopscotch with Baba Yaga’s house

Rhythmic lurching on chicken legs

Where even Loki watches his step

Rights are left and the wrong become a rite

I meet Mis in the deep deep woods

We compare our fir and feathers

Our fangs and claws

Admiring the wild beauty of one another

I sit cross legged on a round table

Whittling a wand from a branch of Yggdrasil

With the blade of Excalibur

Weaving spells to bring peace to the land

I daub paint on my body

Made from the colours of the Bifröst

My canvas so vibrant and bright

That even Helios shades his eyes

I bathe in Ceridwen’s cauldron

Adding bubbles to the waters

Of the River Styx

And I am reborn