High over heath and hill it hovers,
Hábrók, herald of the hidden hearts.
Ravens scatter, restless, when it rises,
Eyes like embers, endless, ever-watchful.
Wind whispers through wings wide and weathered,
Claws clutch the crags where cold clouds gather.
Feathers flicker, fire-flecked in fading light,
Foresight and flight fused in a feathered frame.
Over fjord and forest, far and fearful,
It circles the silent, shadowed valleys.
The wise watch its wandering, wary of what
It whispers to wolves and wayfarers alike.
Crow and corvid cower at its calling,
Yet kings and kin crave counsel from its keen sight.
Hábrók hovers, herald, hunter, heralding
Tales the tides of time will never forget.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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Mythical, metaphoric it makes for a good tale and a great poem. Well done
well said
Matthew, this is one heck of a poem. The alliteration never feels forced...instead it drives the poem forward like beating wings through storm air. Hábrók comes across as both omen and oracle here...something feared, respected, and impossible to ignore. I especially loved the balance between vast landscape imagery and the creature’s looming presence over it all. Mythic and beautifully crafted work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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