Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Carving Names on Yggdrasil

Poetry By: Iskah E Shirah
Literary fiction

"An ash I know there stands, Yggdrasil is its name, a tall tree, showered with shining loam. From there come the dews that drop in the valleys. It stands forever green over Urðr's well." (from "Völuspá," Poetic Edda)

Dedicated to Stormbird Throneshaker, to whom I owe this found poem.

Submitted:Mar 1, 2013    Reads: 24    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

We are such very tiny things
crawling over the ash-grey sides
of Yggdrasil;

and yet
if we decide a thing is possible, and
are able to make it happen,
then we can do the impossible:
we can mark the skin of Yggdrasil.

It's when we have done nothing
that we can be assured that
things have happened
as they are meant to,
as they were going to,
as they already were happening
without our intervention.

It is only when we intervene and change things,
so that they happen in a different way,
that we can be assured that we made it possible;
only then have we carved our names
into the deep-ridged side
of Yggdrasil.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.