Sleipnir’s Song

A mustering thunder reverberates skyward from

the shadowed gorge, frozen stone giving vibration song,

electrifying this atmosphere with frosted

anticipation, capturing these oscillations,

heralding the fiery mares trailing ice colts

at their tails, this flowing multi-coloured mob

heads held aloft, proud tangled manes so wild.

Gracefully this gliding wave, a lava flow of blood

and hide, goes streaming down into the river

without hesitation: fords hooves striking the

river rocks sending up a silver cascade,

sunlight catching on the spray, their rainbow arch forms.

Blowing hard their breath a milky vapour cloud,

onwards they fly up the mountain side, steam rising

from taut muscles sinew straining on every stride,

their hearts cast in volcanic fire, legs forged in

glacial freeze, the fearless survivors are passing by.

 

(Dedicated to Elska)

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14 responses to “Sleipnir’s Song

  1. That’s a very special poem, Abi. Truly good. I always know when I have really enjoyed a poem and want to go back to it, when I get a warm feeling in my belly. Can’t explain it better than that, but this poem does that for me. That it’s based on old Norse Mythology gives it even more depth of feeling and a sense of history. I did at first think there was a flaw in that the weather seemed a little inconsistent, but the ethereal feel of mythology explains a lot.

  2. A wonderful poem, Abi, capturing the beauty of fierceness–the fight of survival. I love the line “their hearts cast in volcanic fire, …”. Q x

  3. I’ve wanted many times to write about Odin’s horse, and you have done it beautifully here–this is just spectacular. I love the feeling of beauty and power. The strength of your images here make for a visual and visceral appreciation of the divine equine–esp like the ice colts, and the last seven lines are a fine finish to a satisfying poem. Great work.

  4. You capture the fury and intensity so well in this piece. Carried an ‘ancients’ feeling into the mind. Lovely write ~ Rose

  5. They must be so wild and free and happy running like that.

    There are wild ponies on Nova Scotia’s Sable Island. Except for the mountain imagery (as that island is flat,) I picture them as in your poem here.

  6. you capture the horse in its fierce majesty the rippling muscle…the textures of its breath the beat of its hooves on the stone the splach…very nice and vivid picture you capture…well writ…

  7. Wonderful weave with mythology (love it) but it also makes me think of our Sable Island Ponies…wild, free, and fierce! An awesome poetic share! Thank you

  8. Abi, this piece carried so much power from it’s first capitalized letter to its final period. I think only someone who has felt the steel and spring of a horse beneath them could capture this image so well. And the line ” fiery mares trailing ice colts at their tails,” blew me away. Brava!

  9. I’m in love…glad I followed your link to this …wow…these words show me how great a poet you are: “Gracefully this gliding wave, a lava flow of blood and hide, goes streaming down into the river without hesitation: fords hooves striking the
    river rocks sending up a silver cascade, sunlight catching on the spray, their rainbow arch forms” I will have to read your tweets closer in the future…you are awesome…Abigail.

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