~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Skaði’s Arming
She sees herself take up her spear,
Bow and arrow, armor, helm.
Need and duty drive her on
To do what must be done.
Her weary sadness, doubt and weakness
Shelter in an icy cave
Of frozen tears no flame can touch
Until the task is done.
She sees herself take up her strength:
It rises from the mountain’s roots,
It rides on wings of winter storm –
In cold and steel she comes.
© 2002 Ann Gróa Sheffield, Medoburg
Kindred
Image: © Carlshamns Commersen (www.commersen.se)