Loki Who Shifts and Shimmers and Will Not Remain Bound
Father of Hell and Fenrir the wolf who devours the sun, shapeshifter Mother of the arachnid horse who carries wisdom through the world carries One-eyed Odin who owes you much. Trickster giver and destroyer, source of chaos and creativity, flawed and fluid and perfect beyond the dualities of male and female laughter and rage death and life. Un-binary unbound at the end of time. Companion of serpents who cannot kill you cannot contain you only piss you off. You, father/mother of knots of tangles of puzzles of riddles of tricks of the mind and sleight of hand, of webs and nets, of the labyrinth the twisted path, perfection in what appears to be confusion revealed to be perfection in whatever shimmers shifts, light and shadow on water on snow-melt on mist that shelters giants and ravens and wolves beyond the boundaries of either/or neither/nor. I see you there, hiding in plain sight dancing in rhinestones and black velvet, you beginning and end, the knot and the releasing the boundary and the unbinding.
Wren Donovan Originally published in HONEYFIRE: Moon & Tide, 2021