Kith Song
| Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
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Following the spiral
inward at the center of the labyrinth I remembered I remembered who I am found my voice picked up my spear and I walked home I remembered you I remember all of you and your names come thick like a storm and I am weeping rain I have known you brothers and I have missed you sisters and you are blood of my blood and you are heart of my heart and my bones knew each shape of you loved each shape of you before ever my eyes fell upon your faces You at the center you are the center of me and the labyrinth I have become and the path shines bright like your hair your eyes your honor and wordfame and I see the way gleaming like Bifrost and weep that the doors are not closed against me in the halls of my heart-kin as Glam had whispered wicked in the night: how I am kinless kithless my back bare against the ice and every day-passage taking me farther into the cold alone and there is no blade to ease this passing just one long slow song of descent of sorrow and stone sung beneath black unbroken skies against which no pyre of mine would ever burn to mark my journey. Brothers beloved you are the sun fearsome and fairest before whom all life bows dressed in burnished fire that blinds the eye with bold beauty and singing flame. Sisters you are the moon silver and stern casting seiğr light on what is hidden turning secrets feral and free and all who breathe know how the night belongs to you undisputed. Together we are the earth and the wind and the cedar and the deep-water songs and the track of the raven across the clouds and the meanings of bones grown yellow with age and wise and smooth. Our footprints write the songs between all that begins and ends and none of us are alone. Following the spiral outward from the center of the labyrinth I remembered I remembered who I am found my voice picked up my spear and I walked home. ©9/3/2014 Karen L. U. Kahan |
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