Thursday, 23 February 2012

Andvari’s Cave

I see your shallow hover
stippled summer shadow
chalk eye dead to the shore
blindside sterling consort
tiny escorts to your
toothy torpor

though tell me old gaddr,
while you bathe in Freya’s
aureate tears,
before their horse hairs
make music from your jaw
where did you hide your gold?

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