Ode to Yggdrasil

I had never seen you
only read these folktales of how you bridge the gap
between realms of three
forming Germanic pictures in mind
An obscure conception that such things truly are out of mind’s reach

And on some ancestral retreat,
wondering if any scenes or stills would jolt in me
the musings of impermeability

You stood as an anomaly,
sacred and alluring
as though caught in a temporal shift
half merged with other like-cells

Some grotesque horror borne out of the swampy depths,
grotesque and beautiful
Standing in your midst as time seemed to slow
but nobody else stopped to admire your grace
for such an affirmation had been mine, alone.

My love,
my muse,
pulsating and absorbing me
as I realized a sense of home in your canopied embrace.


Published by: Katie Anderson

Katie Anderson is a priestess, mentor, researcher, writer, and artist. She writes essays, poetry, and fiction that intersect history, philosophy, and spirituality. Previous publications include Lilith: Dark Feminine Archetype. She is currently preparing her first book, When Above for self-publication. She lives with her husband and son in Troy, Missouri.

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