On the shores of Ginnungagap

poetry from the gates of Ragnarok

Mike Koontz
Dec 29, 2018 · 1 min read

Into the void, we peered
out into the hole of time
and nothingness
dreaming dreams

no mortal
ever weaved before

at least
not here,
on the
precipice

of

the borderless
the thing and shape
we all do call

Ginnungagap

like a fall
eternal
it seemed to chew
through time and space
without a hint
of pause and
slighted declaration

nothing more
might ever come
from this void, to stand
before
us
but who are we
to
say
that the time and place
we willed

and traveled
through

would not
again,
change
in unknown ways
on these shores

no man
had ever
stood

until we dug, our toes
deep
into
the grain and sand

with a giant
slowly
forming through

the breath of
soil and water

and so it was
that
to the left,
of
your bare
naked shoulder
we watch

with awe,
the brand
new birth
of something
forlorn
old

music of the day
Take me through the fire by Machine Head

Upon the shores of Scandinavia by Mike Koontz

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From the northern halls of the Vikings home comes this tribe of creative heralds. Writers, poets, photographers, creatives, great thinkers, fitness geeks, and experts. There are no stones and thoughts, and creative adventures left unturned in the pages of Beyond2c.