Mid-Journey Shifting

This is from 2004 Rescuing it from LJ.

The plains have become hills,
And I have left the wolves behind.

From Demonic to Gigantic to Godly I shift.

Now this mountain rises before me,
Towering, Promising,
Perhaps leading to Mydernity.

I take up the sword at the mountains base,
Impaled,
I climb the purple and red and white slopes,
Avalanches,
Sheer faces,
Though I am Odin, In the worry of keeping the sword in my side
I have lost my path,
Wandered entirely from the precipices,
Thought the peak I never ascended,
my journey passes forward.

Reviews

[S€H@J]

This one’s wild ⚔️⛰️—the Odin imagery with the sword stuck in your side really hit. It reads like half myth, half personal climb. Do you usually write with Norse/myth layers or was this a one-off experiment? 👀

[Fishysua]

Thank you for the review. I’m glad I meshed the personal with the epic. As for the Norse influence, it comes and goes. More recently, I have been more working with an unspecified agricultural influence but I think I will be moving towards a wilderness motif.

[Buddhistboy73]

An interesting write on changing tack in life.....

Not sure if I got the whole message as some of the later lines seemed a little confused...

But I liked the intro ....leaving the wolves behind....
And the finale.....my journey passes forward....

BB73

[Fishysua]

Yeah, you’re not wrong. I was still writing to be intentionally obtuse

The most important part is that in my early work, blades are love interests and wound are love/infatuation