Seid of ancient world
Nestled in silty, salt sands
Lost and forgotten
The Brisingamen
Filigree, encrusted gems
Rests beneath the waves
On forlorn mountain
She sits weeping green-eyed tears
That in sun, sparkle
Like a lullabye
Music of seagulls and sobs
She now walks the beach
Soon, the time to sleep,
Exchange waking dreams as coin,
A ferry passage
The mythic boat
Casting off the castaways
The ferryman stands
Slow, poling passing,
Her hand caresses the waves;
Tiny sliver falls
The last of the shattered,
The missing and errant eye,
Returned, Nile legend
Mixing the symbols
No matter, they are the same,
The seid and distaff
Loop of attraction
Tool for the spinning of wool
Worn upon the neck
Like shattered being
So carefully collected
Cradled, broken clay
Works of alchemy
One thing from another made
Secret recipes
Freyja and Isis
Sister goddesses of old
Home, health, and the hearth
Tonight, far from it
They rock on ancient waters
Whisper memories
Trade all the stories
On behalf of one known true
Who is still unknown