Blood Brother

(Odin meets Loki)


A path was lashed in pollen

as Odin strode to shade

boulders animate ahead

argued in guttural scrapes


A pebble and two Jötunn

igneous hands on shoulders

dusted grit, whitened cloak

the smaller spoke in hands


Finger nubs, bark indented

around ash, a head curled

Odin widened, stretched

an ear turned to clout music


The minute speck of giant

mote of lyric blade, carried

a note of unsheathing

Odin and Loki chimed

shined a song of kinship

and left a quarry behind


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