your dragon purrs, earth-
quaking, scaly metaphor
made heavy flesh, a serpent
that circles your world. you,
its catspaw to bat and squeeze
and toss gray skyward
where you seek snow
to pillow the hard gorge of falling,
or a hero, a hammer-wielding
savior to break the cage of winter.
lift a cup with me, drain the ocean
of ache and illusion. every season
has its ending, every Goliath
its David, every snake its eagle.
This poem is the 3rd as part of a collaborative project at artipeeps. The poems center around the nine realms in Viking mythology. The third realm is that of the giants, Jotunheim. “Today” plays with the language of a story wherein Thor and companions are tricked by the illusory magic of giant Útgarða-Loki.. Among other things, Thor is challenged to pick up a gray cat but can lift only his paw; it is revealed later that the cat is actually Jormungand, the serpent that encircles the world. You can find the entire story (which is a part of the Poetic Edda) here under “Fighting Illusions.”
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