Tag Archives: Weather

Celtic wheel, Lyric Poems, Poetry

Jötunheimrs breath

A wintry Scene. Copyright © Isobel Smerdon 2014
A wintry Scene. Copyright © Isobel Smerdon 2014
(with permission)


Play Gael. Copyright © 2014 Pathematica

Hwaet!

Feel the force
Beating on embattled Gar-Dane;—
Know the source
Jötunheimr wreaks its ice-bane.
Frost grips fast
Sons of Cyning Thrym come stealing;
At the blast
Atheling and Jarl are reeling.
Wind flails thresh
With the weight of Utgard's hammer,
Burning flesh
Blizzards rage and storm-wights clamour.

Mighty Thor, with peals of thunder,
Wield proud Mjölnir from the tundra;
Snowstorms bite as giants plunder;
Cleave the Jötun frost asunder.

Come the chill
Skrymir schemes to cut through marrow
From the hill
Piercing bone with ice-wrought arrow.
Rime-racked trees
Hrímnir works his artful goading;
Face the freeze
Rivers pause with dark foreboding.
Fenrir growls
Skulking on the frozen rimeland,
Skadi howls
Echoing from Jötnar heimland.

Mighty Thor, from shafts of lightning,
Wield proud Mjölnir, ice-foes sighting;
Nether frosts and winds are biting;
Quell the Jötnar in their fighting,

Hark!

Celtic wheel, Lyric Poems, Poetry

Tumult from the clouds

Play Tumult from the clouds. Copyright © 2014 Pathematica
 
LightningThree      Around the barrelling beinn tops, with the
      Storm clouds tumbling,
      The birds retreat to the thornbush as the
      Titan-wracked tempest draws near.

The flash is followed, in heartbeats, by the
Low pitched rumbling;
The cattle start at the war cry from the
Mouth of Manannán mac Lir.

            Then into the valley the deluge descends;
            The longhouse is crowded with kinsmen and friends,
            Prevailing through onslaught while refuge forfends,
            Consoled by the glow of the fire.

Tree
The spear-flashes prosper while storm-warriors wage;
The thunderclaps rattle as skirmishes rage;
The cattle lie cowering till passions assuage,
Secure in the crook of the byre.