Ymir's Gifts

I am the ocean

being of two minds

vicious and varied

or placid and kind

I am the ocean

bleeding and beating the shores I've swept

those boundless and unfathomed depths

I am the mountains

being embodied in clattering stone

my zenith crashing, cracking like bones

I am the mountains

crags cutting skeletal skies

vertebral visions inscribed in the mind.

I am the trees

being coarse of skin

storied rings spiral within

I am the trees

clambering for the clouds

passing thoughts skullcapped and skybound.

I am the ground

being firm of purpose

wherein witches lay to rest their curses

I am the ground

not given to give way

those creasing brows sternly raised.

I am the giant

who bore death and rebirth

the segmented screamer

piecemeal of the Earth.