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Wardruna - Himinndotter (Sky-Daughter)
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem or text based on the song
Here it is again , another song lyric competition!
The latest Wardruna song Himinndotter tells about the connection between the land and our ancestors, in this case ancestors are the ancestors of place, of the land and in a more spiritual matter. In relationship to trees, earth, the sky, as for the bear references it might be related to early times where the bear was seen as a mystical being. In parts of Siberian and Shamanic Sami belief the bear takes a special seat both for its fierce nature, as protector of the forests, as a celestial being, as an ancestor.
https://youtu.be/P0cDf4t7094
lyrics in English
Sky-Daughter
Bear-sister, bear-brother
I'm searching steadily, finding only tracks
The forest's chieftain-seat is abandoned
The forest's mother chased away
The pathless forest of the mind
Pulled me deep within
Surrounded by aging trees of memory
You are always near
Sky-daughter!
My sister in the forest
Show me where I'll find, where it grows
Show me who I was and am
Birna
Show me who I wast
When you hunted freely
Before the forests disappeared
Before the river was tamed
And mankind changed its mind
Tell me what you were called before
When the night-sky was your home
Sky-daughter!
My sister in the forest
Hold my hand, let us wander
Step by step through
Darkness and light
Dear sister
Will you come back home?
Without breath
Life is short
The forest is bound to die
Without its shepards
filmed in Rondane national park, the landscape has been written about by
Henrik Ibsen in 1867
Act 2, Scene lV
(Among the Ronde mountains. Sunset. Shining snowpeaks all around.
Peer Gynt enters, dizzy and bewildered.)
Peer
Tower over tower arises!
Hei, what a glittering gate!
Stand! Will you stand! It's drifting
further and further away!
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rules, one entry per person
title your works
new works only
one month
no erotica no explicit works
minimum of 70 words
no AI poems please!
enjoy!
The Totem
I’ve tread a thousand miles
unfaltering,
narrating my passage
in bleak riddles
where the wildwood resin is agleam
but there’s a thicket across my tremble
where tangles bind my hands
strangles my tone
smothering bone
The wrath of the labyrinthine
sullies the flow of thought
choking my spirit
in the midst of a tempest of perplexity
Though, in its visceral misbehaving, stood I—
the thistle
with a bend in my spine
where there’s potency in abscess
Keepers of the torrent
Feed me a resilience
that’s fibrous and sinewy
Serve me grit or serve me wine
make a totem of my backbone
My fingers have fortitude
as I tug at the thicket
Before the rigidity entombs
freeing the burden of lost tenor
O’er mountains, I’m expressed
O’er the order, I’m obtained
As prowess lay, unchained
warm freedom
with subtle distractions
Mother of meddle
guide my wander, let me breathe
lashes over ashes
Where there’s plunder in plight
Pardon, mother
Wherefore might I roam?
To break falter?
To wake the altar?
The path is misty
without the silk of your hand
unfaltering,
narrating my passage
in bleak riddles
where the wildwood resin is agleam
but there’s a thicket across my tremble
where tangles bind my hands
strangles my tone
smothering bone
The wrath of the labyrinthine
sullies the flow of thought
choking my spirit
in the midst of a tempest of perplexity
Though, in its visceral misbehaving, stood I—
the thistle
with a bend in my spine
where there’s potency in abscess
Keepers of the torrent
Feed me a resilience
that’s fibrous and sinewy
Serve me grit or serve me wine
make a totem of my backbone
My fingers have fortitude
as I tug at the thicket
Before the rigidity entombs
freeing the burden of lost tenor
O’er mountains, I’m expressed
O’er the order, I’m obtained
As prowess lay, unchained
warm freedom
with subtle distractions
Mother of meddle
guide my wander, let me breathe
lashes over ashes
Where there’s plunder in plight
Pardon, mother
Wherefore might I roam?
To break falter?
To wake the altar?
The path is misty
without the silk of your hand
Written by Everavalon
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