The Nordic Witches
A Poem
The Nordic Witches
“While I am yet here ask me, For I cannot stay long. And I shall answer truly, Though you may hear me wrong. Please ask me, infant daughters, Your mother’s fading fast. And though your days are many, this day shall be my last.” Two withered Nordic witches Invoke their mother’s rune: “Here is our question, mother:— Why did you leave so soon?”
This is beautiful - it reads like an incantation - such perfect rhythm!
I really like that. Even though she was 96, I find myself asking the same question...