The Birth Runes
Not since the womb
have I been so connected
to the heart of creation,
to the red blood of the life source
with its oxygenated heaven
and like the gods
I am heaping up words of magic
in order to make life.
That’s where poetry comes from,
the words that call life into being
that bring us out of the dark emptiness
like a fleet of sparks set alight and
spinning out of the cosmos
and you are the first breath
my friend, my light-maker
whose hands trace the biargrunar
the birth runes
to set flares soaring everywhere.
You are the sulfur and phosphorus
of the head of the match, the
burning glass, the electricity
of the ignition, the magnet in
the coil that spins so that the
lightning may leap across the gap
and bring forth worlds.
