Thor

(acrostic poem)

Terror follows the chariot's loud roar,
Howling behind two charging goats so fast
Onward they run across red clouds aghast.
Riding o'er the sky, Behold Asa-Thor!

(c) Justin Douglas Blackford

Honour and Justice

Worldwide we hail Mjolnir's bearer;
I am one of the pendant wearers
Of the Thunderous Far-Farer
Who brings the summer's stormy lights.

Red-Beard offers succour to all,
Even those ignored by the law.
When Hammer-Wielder speaks His saws,
His wisdom reveals all our rights.

Chariot-Driver flies along
The clouds as Mjolnir sings its song
Against Eotuns who do wrong
And oppress the boonful land-wights.

The Avian-Road's Guard brings the rain
That our crops may flourish amain.
He'll continue to do the same
If His flame of worship burns bright.

Pugnacious Thunderer Who strides
Across the Worlds does not abide
Those who throw their honoured words aside.
He'll brace His knuckles 'till they're white.

His puissant skill does justly prove
That from Him you cannot elude;
When He chases, don't bother to move
Or try to take to your heel in flight.

Show your respects to Midgard's Ward
Who rules the airways as its Lord.
His Honour will be as a sword
Which brings great victories in fights.

Regard well Furious-One's Bairn,
That you may one day hope to learn
Of how for ourselves we must earn
The right to sleep peacefully at night.

(c) Justin Douglas Blackford

Sky Rider 

I soar aloft the sky
And see what lies below.

I create the clatter
That comes with the lightning.

I am the bane of thurses,
Trolls, tyrants, and chaos.

I destroy disorder
And halt the dark forces.

I ride to bring the rain,
Making red clouds above.

I was, am, and will be
Always in the Nine Worlds.

(c)Justin Douglas Blackford

Hallowed Thunder

To my God, I brew Odin's mead,
The Patron with a great red beard;
For Him, I shall perform this deed,
To a God whom no foe He's feared.

Thrud's Father who refused All-Wise
His daughter for the svart-alf's bride
Kept him busy, and spoke no lies
And so the dwarf was petrified.

There is no sight I more revere
Than Mjolnir?s fervent lightning crash;
The Son of Earth's hammer does sear
Foul Jotuns with its strike so rash.

Mjolnir's precision is flawless;
Its short shaft means nothing at all,
It still fights the Jotuns lawless;
One after another they fall.

There is no sound I venerate
Than thunder from Thor's chariot.
The rumbling does resonate
From goats tied by his lariat.

Tooth-Gnasher and Tooth-Grinder race
Across stormclouds so violent.
Driven by Ving-Thor in great haste,
The goats pull on without relent.

Thunderer's battle brings the rain
That we may plant the seeds of wheat.
He also wins glory amain
For Jotuns slaughtered at His feet.

After the storm, the grass grows lush.
Where chaos once resided,
Flowers and plants shall freely flush;
We won't starve, Thor won't abide it.

Jormungand's Hunter is without fear,
Regret or pity; His white-hot
Hammer furiously shall tear
The Serpent's head at Ragnarok.

So now I ask the Lord Donar
For his blessing, so I may learn
To be strong, to live with honour;
And what would You like in return?

(c) Justin Douglas Blackford

A Strange Vision

Wonderful things I wit have seen
Before closed eyes during a dream.
Were these portents from the Powers?
Or has no sleep made my mind sour?

I found myself drifting afloat
In the ocean without a boat.
The seas shifted as the waves crashed
Below the sky where lightning dashed.

Red were the clouds that hung above
Streaks of lightning white as a dove.
Rapid waters pushed me around
As the thunderstrike made its sound.

I was not scared, for I felt safe,
Though amid waves my skin did chafe.
Beyond the stars, there was a sign;
A charioteer had passed by.

Goat-driver who wields a hammer,
Your mighty strike made its clamour,
Then returned to Your hand fastly
As You rode through the clouds ghastly.

You give protection to man's sons
As Your chariot makes its runs.
Then my body began to shake
When You told me that I must wake.

(c) Justin Douglas Blackford

The Hammer's Dance

Behold the Hammer's fiery dance!
It streaks across the evening skies
Majestically as the Goats prance
Before the chariot Thor drives.

Mjolnir's blow makes thunderous cries
As its strike does righteously tear
Through another thurse who denies
The Hammer's strength when brought to bear.

The girdle the Thunderer wears
Gives Him the power forever
To toss the Hammer far and near.

The Hammer is fast and clever;
It shall always out-wit its foes
And force them into their last throes.

(c) Justin Douglas Blackford

Der Tanz des Hammers

Schau! Es ist der feurige Tanz
des Hammers, der im Abendglanz
durchzuckt die Himmel; und davor
f?hrt auf dem Ziegenwagen Thor.

Mj?lnirs Schlag hallt donnernd wider,
rei?t noch einen Riesen nieder;
Zerst?rung bringt die starke Waffe,
damit sie Heiliges erschaffe.

Der G?rtel Thors verleiht ihm Kraft
zu schleudern nah und fern den Schaft;
und, wie der Hammer, raffiniert
den Donnergott er st?rkt und ziert.

Der Hammer, schlau, ist jederzeit
die Feinde abzuwehrn bereit.

(c) Justin Douglas Blackford and Michaela Macha

La Danza del Martillo

                           "?Mirad! ?El Martillo danza entre el fuego!"
                           !Entre los cielos oscuros en los que juego!
                           Las cabras m?gicas pisotean el aire
                           con las patas que conducen el carruaje.

                           El trueno del martillo rompe los gigantes
                           Qui?n desafi? su fuerza divina antes

                           El cintur?n que lleva el Dios del Trueno
                           doble energ?a le da a su due?o.

                           El martillo es siempre listo y r?pido

                           Tan r?pidamente como viene, se ha ido.

                                 (c) Justin Douglas Blackford

                                     and Kaine Bathory