Sky water

cuts across heaven

like so many sheep

full and fat

moseying home.

Slowly the celestial sphere


and melts into the fish tank,

while angels scatter burning seed

in the firmament.






Day 13

Today’s prompt is to write a poem that contains at least one kenning. Kennings were metaphorical phrases developed in Nordic sagas. At their simplest, they generally consist of two nouns joined together, which imaginatively describe or name a third thing. The phrase “whale road,” for example, could be used instead of “sea” or “ocean,” and “sky candle” could be used for “sun.”

I like kennings, but had very little time today, so my offering is quite meagre.  This little poem is begging for more work . . .