Odin’s Wake

She left behind some ribbon

And a yellowed strand of pearls

Scant remains of humble birth

Poor relations shrugged off

Like a passing shudder

Banished to a distant lobe

Shed for want of silken skin

Long buried under marly clay

 

She claimed the blood of Odin

And wore a scarlet amulet

Royal wanderer in disguise

Shielded by the bristling wolf

Flattered by the ravens

Winged rider of the mystic

Wielding star-encrusted spear

In search of the sacred chiseled rune

 

She left behind some ribbon

And a yellowed strand of pearls  

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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