VEGVISIR

 

Walking through the dark of night

Aging eyes not seeing quite right

Some say the runes are from the Huld Manuscript

Perhaps Elder Futhark, difficult to decrypt

Written late 1800s in Iceland

This wayfinder compass, hard to understand

As a lone practitioner on exhilarating starry nights

Admittedly, at times, a kleptoparasite

I adopt this belief as my very own

For lost, I am, all alone

And holding it aloft, reflecting the Moon

The physical world becomes magically attuned

And my path visibly leads me on

As I’m sure the Vikings sailed along

Knowing the meaning of these runes

Dragon ships bravely fighting typhoons

Because the Vegvisir presented by their prophetess

Spells and blessings her largesse

And here I am finding my confusing way

As the sun rises on this auspicious day…

 

© 2025 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGES: Vegvisir Raven Ring/ Vegvisir Coin Compass