A saga untold
About to unfold
A völva’s gaze
Cutting through the haze
Golden snake uncurls
Protecting the Earth
The language of the elements
Spoken with eloquence
We are no-one, and yet…
A mystery; never born
Does the rose have a thorn?
Jeg prøver også denne adresse.
Hjertelig tillykke med fødselsdagen.
Fra din far og A. C.
My kind of landscape! Beautiful, Hanne.
I knew it would be, Harrie. Mine too, a place to disappear. Thank you!
Once again in Iceland, so love it here! Let’s see where the wind blows me here this time around 🙂
🙂 Great! Enjoy. (we’re going to North Spain tomorrow) See you!
The world is a good play-ground, isn’t it?! Thank you, I will, and you too!
Stunning picture, stunning poem. The last verse/question is just beautiful 🙂
Frédérc, thank you much!
The last line in the last verse so wrote itself that I was sitting looking at it puzzled and curious for a long time… poems can be like that, even take the writer by surprise 🙂
Thank you for re-tweeting it too!
I stopped to appreciate this landscape…. so amazing… i have that will to explore all corner of that!!! 😀
Many thanks 🙂
It is a stunning place, it’s in Iceland. Another place on this blue marble I simply love and feel immediately at home…. Indeed a place to explore!
You’re welcome, my friend! 😉
Yes, a grest place to visit/explore!
Each visit here, i have more will to visit your places! 🙂
Sounds great! 🙂
Primeval landscape puts a spell on me! I am especially drawn to these 2 lines in your poem: Silent creation/No separation.
Me too!!I As is shown in the poem… thank you much!
Stunning post…I love both the words and the image 🙂
Seonaid, thank you much!
the image is from Iceland, a place that calls out such feelings that hopefully shines through the words… and I am lucky to be here now!