PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The Midgard Serpent


The Midgard Serpent stirs slightly in his slumber

A long and unsatisfying rest that has lasted since the days of Thor and Woten
When the halls were vast and the Valkeryies washed blood from their armor that wasn’t their own

But the Midgard Serpent is stirring

See his great eye - the last twitch caused a tsunami in Sri Lanka. 

Sometimes he chokes on his own tail and the earth shakes.

When the oil tanks flood the oceans he chokes and that is when the volcanoes come to life and completely melt away Antigua.

When the midgardian mortals bomb away on each other’s foreign shores, when they shave the trees from the ground,
when another species is murdered from existence,
each time,
he almost awakens.

Every day, nearer we fall to Ragnorak

For Jormungand is awakening.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Submitted to a slam

Modern Myths Scholarship Slam — CLOSED

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.