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A Prayer to Ingvi
I.
Because I could not kiss your lips
I kissed my lover instead;
Because he never danced with me
I dance with you instead,
here on the far side of midnight
where sun hides
and moon cannot be jealous.
II.
Young Lord,
holly-crowned
blood-drops strung among crisp leaves
as you bend your head
to accept them.
III.
I will tell you a secret, child:
Freyja's tears are not gold, but amber
blood of the World Tree.
She roamed the world once, it's true—
but not in search of Odin.
© Shirl Sazynski