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June 5, 2015

The Nine Realms: Muspelheim – Sparks and Flames


i think of our fires




my silk scarf smudged with grey | old


wood that popped and cracked


the tiny floating sparks that lifted


from the black | motes


of copper made a close night sky


we were gods | men | dark red things




now the deep infared swells and rolls


brighter and darker | breaking


the earth to ashes | the fire licks


the stars | magnetic | draws them all


back | in


Muspelheim: Sparks and Flames 4/4 The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing.

April 6, 2015

The Nine Realms – Nidavellir: Darkness and Gold

the dwarf


he’s the best

to ask. so much

more than people

think. imir knew him.


made an axe.

blade sharper than

people made. cut who made it.

sliced space.

they made mistakes.

it shined like night

the lunar glow

none of them had seen.

they fell in love.


lightening cracked the lovely weapon’s face.

tarnished white shine. the dwarf obsessed.


hating the flashing of candles

heat of flames. he waited months

felt time swell.


climbed. saw dusty light.

creaked the last steps

cracks on hands glinting

silver. still and

sun-saturated as the moon.



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The Nine Realms

9 months, 19 poets and writers, 22 Artists, 3 musicians, 1 Viking boat : a magical reworking of Norse Mythology for contemporary audiences

Poems and Writing inspired by the Norse realm of Nidavellir (The Realm of the Dwarves)


Kate Garrett,  Mina Polen, Ross Beattie and Lydia Allison


by Kate Garrett


give me your hand
he said,
jaws dripping with doubt
eyes sidelong
as they held out the bonds
no heavier than silk strands
and I knew my hand
was a small offering
as they wrapped him in chains
made of lost thoughts
made of movement and breath
made of the unseen
and all of these slipped
past his eyes, sidelong
and his jaws clenched
and my wrist ripped apart
and I knew this was a small gift
to the beast wrapped in chains.





Little they know

by Mina Polen 

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November 20, 2014

The Nine Realms – Asgard: ‘Warriors and Ravens’

Asgard: ‘Warriors and Ravens’ 2/4′ The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing.


they never said

dying is travelling

a light-year in a second

completely alone,

in a sense you have never felt before

not in dreams or worship

or bleak nights.


I was part of the writhing mass

the storming spreading attack

part of the dance between me and that

man that other warrior that superior clan

I was part of that

company, closer than everything

and when I look back

his face was the face of my wife.


did he look away out of shame

for my weakness, shame

for his own life, shame

for how tenderly my body leaned to his blade.


here is the look of oil on water

like heaven’s reflection you can touch.

as a child I chased rainbows

made idols from glass refractions,

stooped in the road.


I see thickly, this space shimmers with moving light

violet edging faces I know

and I mourn my rainbow

revising memories of blood

the sun, fresh leaves, and sky,

pure darkness, and white light of ash

and I weep clear tears

laced with the pigments of the dead.


they never said it’s just like living,

seeing one colour

and searching for your own heartbeat.

and when you go it’s more like

everybody you’ve known is falling

away, leaving you to grieve in morbid hope that they

would not, that they would stay.