– Odin and Fenrir
wide lick the waves at seasons’ wailing end
worlds squirm & wither beneath a weakening moon
sulfurous teeth singe stars & feeble grass
the days grow dark, doomed; wolfish grins.
Fenrir feasts, a fiery dusk
he tears and tastes the tales of Gods;
a brother once bound, now bounds free
rivers roam, Ragnarök has come.
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Tony Maude over at dVerse invites us to use Accentual Alliteration for today’s Form for All. This is my attempt or rather, draft – I have no idea if I did it right… so hard (even harder at 4am), but such fun! 😀 Of course I had to tackle Norse Mythology… may the Gods forgive my feeble attempt. 😉
photo credits: en.wikipedia.org
Another Wandering Soul 
Hey Miriam – the form and subject are so well suited here and you have a very kind of classical Norse myth tone and authority which also works terrifically – it is so hard for me to even imagine tackling such a subject – so it is quite amazing to see it done so well and fluidly. k.
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thank you so much, Karin!
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Your alliteration accentuates the mood of your piece. Very nice, indeed.
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thank you very much 🙂
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