Yggdrasil

I was reading about Norse mythology, and I thought I'd write about Yggdrasil, the world-tree.

 

The Island:

 

Dawn breaks,

And spreads its velvet arms

Around the rim of the world.

Water splashes everywhere,

Except for one island.

 

Falling:

 

A speck,

Falling from the sky’s heart,

A tiny, golden sphere.

Clouds drift occasionally,

Split by the falling seed.

 

Dropping:

 

With a thud,

And several rocky bumps,

The seed drops downward.

It falls to a peaceful pool,

Which ripples and bubbles.

 

Gathering:

 

The pool

Reflects with copper highlights.

While sapphire flames rise upward,

A silver wind flows downward,

Caressing the golden seed.

 

Rooting:

 

The sky

Trembles and darkens

As the golden seed cracks.

Tendrils of deep blue ink swirl,

Rooting themselves in the island.

 

Passing:

 

The day passes,

And the sun sets to the western sky

In waves of pink and gold.

The light fades and shrinks,

As twilight approaches.

 

Moment:

 

The sun sets,

With a fiery, blazing splash

Into the deep, whirling seas.

In that single moment,

The Tree appears.

 

Growth:

 

Lush,

Vivid leaves fall outward like veils

Under the silver moonlight.

Gnarled roots envelop the island

And become part of it.

 

Living:

 

As the moon

Rides across the nightly path,

Living creatures roam and flourish.

Silvery shrouds of mist and wisdom

Veil the mysterious Tree.

 

Yggdrasil.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

This was a very interesting poem, Justin, and set up differently from many of your others. I like that you explore different ways of presenting your ideas.

I couldn't help but think of the one tv show I faithfully watch: LOST.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

How beautiful - I could see it unfold like a blossom. You painted a majestic landscape here for certain. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha