morning laid rare

as morning laid rare in rafters not woden

the thatch still of the field in cones of gold

hemmed by song voices of women

both undressed in summer's roofless merge

in twilight tracked her dance made of stars long gone

along first faintests and marked on the beams

so that later left open, the sky 

(heart always would visit)

inside cherry wood cupboards last reaches

sleep spiders dust fed and sluggish so gentle flies

off wayward cows milk the way the silky sway

showing deepest night born thirsting eyes

not lacking from cover more ancient as an echo

traced to recall some era or vault engraved forever

she once was love shown and splinters there were nun

as sun everslow wraps one in another

drowns lifting darks demise in relative pleasure

no shield woden brung to sleep sated and slain, replete

to hear as mind winnows making room for far misty

lands coined only in friendship leather-laced

patient as thunder to please light's table

in hearts caved snore down drops nine legged dis

-asteroid eyed goddess moon drunk or hunting

under there where wood knot rest in unskilled spear slinging

cracking cabinets of cherry tasked with guard of the mead

if sentries less truant existed woe to them woden

unwoken sweet strings left silver fall once waters

not larger than worry woden harbored when farm realm

keep ships home in bossom bounty 

annointed in ambergris with whalebone thrones under oak timbers

borrowed from time woden met his mountain

far smitten in furs to brave more ice than hell dreameth

in cradle his young and three lions for arrows aligned

in burl arms self wooded an acorn woden gifted off to twilight

her sail soft lining gone ways left shimmered

his palace no forest but dormant lava forge 

a nest of bees making honey in woden's keep