As we're about to discover, my mind is still quite fixated on the whole Vikings, Valkyries, Valhalla scenario. In the following poem, I've attempted to portray the Valkyries role in Norse mythology. Depicted as tall, strong, immortal women who rescued fallen soldiers from the battlefield and took them to Valhalla; the Valkyries were honored and revered among the Vikings. If the title sounds familiar, it may draw to mind the famous operatic overture called "The Ride of the Valkyries," by the German composer Richard Wagner. You've probably heard it at some point, but just for fun, you might consider giving it another listen. At any rate, before I digress any further, I'll hush up and let you read. Thank you for doing so.
RISE OF THE VALKYRIES by Carolyn Glackin Oh praise ye woman, tall and strong Whose tales are told through poem and song Of blood and bones, and grain and grit And intellect of highest wit
There in the harvest of the dead To eternity, their souls soon fled Among the Aesir, true and fair No pantheon could quite compare
On winged horses, deft and swift Where sun doth shine and snow doth drift From north to south to east to west The Valkyries ride at your behest
On mountaintops where cool mists rise To grand Valhalla, in the skies With fallen soldiers, freshly slain The guides to thee eternal plane
Where Odin rules o'er all he sees In a banquet hall that's sure to please 'Tis here the Valkyries bring these men Whom in their death, are born again
Rise now soldiers, time to fight! Ye warriors of eternal night You'll fight and die and rise again As is the way of Viking men
And in between, you'll dine and feast On finest ale and slaughtered beast Your pain now gone, your body strong You'll pass the time with war and song
Oh Valkyries of valiant heart Their job now done, they soon depart If proof ye need, look to the skies 'Tis there you'll see the Valkyries rise. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 5/29/2020
A touch verbose perhaps; but well intentioned nonetheless. Thank you for reading!
IN THE AFTERGLOW by Carolyn Glackin I colored you blue with the palette of my love because I find blue so soulful, sensual, and romantic You adorned me with pink twilight kisses that delighted my nocturnal, sentient, starlight soul in an endlessly ongoing manner Our memorable merging resulted in a love whose color shall have no name, because it's purity and beauty can never be defined by the errant ethos of this Earth; thus I shan't allow it to be subjected to such cacophonous conjecture The byproduct of our love was several sunny and salient souls, whose bold yellowy brightness never fails to amaze me; particularly when dark times assail us. Oh how I continue to enjoy their ebullient charm and endearing effervescence! Though my ways may be wayward, and my sojourner soul oft goes on sabbatical; I leave traces of my multicolored hues behind, as a promise of my eventual return And the sanguine shades of unconditional love imprint me with a cookie crumb trail of heartwarming goodness that always leads me right back home to myself, where I bask happily in the afterglow of the harmoniously heartwarming hues. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 5/31/2020
*Image found on Pinterest and credited to the unknown rightful owner.
His mouth is lit Everytime a word he speaks, The fire's seen hanging On the tip of tongue. Night after night A white bed-sheet Is being washed For it carries an invisible stain, A blot evoking queasiness. They all are trying, Pouring gallons of That Magical potent, To intoxicate this senses That the memory F A D E S O U T
And successful they are Al- most! The slate seems to be wiped, Except for one name. You remember how With wet chalk you write And when that's sun-kissed Leaves its mark forever. The name unfolds, Stratum after stratum- A scent evoking proximity, A face telecasted On the teardrop Frozen over the Eyelash; A voice which Causes all the bodily Blood to gush towards heart. A temple circumvented In revererance Touching each plinth, Each brick, each block. Everything flashing In front of the eyes Chronologically- Fading in, Becoming me- Being me.
There is murkiness, Immersing slowly Is the numbness, Yet it does not end, Just inertertia. Standing exactly On the ground-sill, Neither entering- Nor egressing, All you get, and All I exude is
Dear Beautiful souls, Unleash your emotions and thoughts on pristine paper with all Love to etch perpetual poesy .
Drop a ❤️ if you feel the #inkline_of_love . Feel free to convey your suggestions about this poem . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ** Emotions of assorted shades confined in corner of heart Interflow like Indelible ink-line to paint art Spilled ink clamour love following a cursive journey To embellish pristine tapestry with perpetual poesy . **
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