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"If you ever fantasized about recreating the 'riding the bomb' scene from Dr. Strangelove, this is as close as you are going to get."

"Dream of Blood

i
I thought the wealthgoddess washed me with godsfire sprung from the long
   sharp, lathered my hair red, that wristbandflame-wearer her hawkholder
   blood-red in the woundshower of handglow-spending men.

ii
I thought the watching warflame goddess hooded me with a gory headdress
   over my roughmown raking, hands bathed in swordrain. So the quilting
   queen woke me from dreaming.

iii
I thought the axe-ogress-shakers’ long steel chopped my fingers, hands, both
   my arms to huge wounds, then sliced a gash, my twinemaiden, in my
   skulltop, my helmetstump.

iv
I thought, armringprincess, the carrioncatching gods shed my blood from
   both broad shoulders with their sharp swords, great mischief of
   falconfeeding. Mercy like theirs, my leekleafhealing lady, makes my life
   grow grey.

v
I thought the blood ran down both sides, such woundflooding was mine to
   endure. I dream, my goldenlady, I am their forces’ outlaw, awaiting the
   spikestorm, now as I go to sleep.

vi
I thought in my sleep stood a silverbanded goddess, giant’s daughter, grieving
   with wet lashes, glorious seafiregold girl suddenly – what do I make of
   this – binding my wounds."

--Peter Daniels in Modern Poets on Viking Poetry

A spotted eagle ray.

" 'I cannot think what has come over you.'
'Then you cannot think at all,’ said Fabian. ‘But I daresay that is the case. A good many people can’t.' ” --@icomptonburnett.bsky.social

"together'd/ shadows flit at twilight..."