Jackson Pollock painting
In white and blue
Snow losing its way
Without a clue
Doves from a magician’s hat
Flapped wings and flew
Wind did a sneeze and clouds
Scattered and grew
Before looking down
I suddenly knew
Seeing runic words
On ripped paper you drew
Recognized your handwriting
Merely Odin passing through
Learning Runic truths
On the World Tree you hung askew
Now you impart the secrets of life
Impossible from my angle of view
Wished-for fishing net appears
And I gather the cloudy stew
Fit them all together
A jigsaw of words to review
Some runes I recognize
They ring so very true:
Do unto others
As you want them to do to you…
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Scattered Clouds 2023
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