A Lokean Devotional Poem
cave
I left the door open
the wind and the rain
called me out from my retreat
in the middle of the storm, Loki
with my eyes closed
I learned to see
more clearly
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“White-feathered ravens are an anomaly,” Loki teases, as I look at the new white streak of hair near my ear.
“Well, I never thought I’d see one, that’s for sure.”
I receive
without questioning
or worrying
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Let’s try one thing at a time, hmm?
You are used to juggling more than is asked of you.”
Loki confronts.
the sky
laughed tears
stitching earth
he sat beside her grave
playing his old guitar
like he’d done this for her countless times before
black hat, black boots
marigold flowers
devotion never dies
Ancestral Gossip
“Match your physical house to your ancestral house.
Now we’re getting someplace good.”
-Grandmother Moth
color to guide you all home
fragrant golds
spirit’s road
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Look outside,” Loki instructs the moment I wake from sleep.
Dense fog. Every place I look.
“Happy Halloween.”