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O fierce
East wind, hear my plea!
Tolls
changed my love into a bear
He’s held by
a dark, stormy sea
East of the
sun, west of the moon
O strong
West wind, hear my plea!
I’ve
wandered over all the earth
Where is the
place, oh, please take me
East of the
sun, west of the moon
O bold South
wind, hear my plea!
With golden
gifts I’ll rescue him
When once I find
the troll-fraught sea
East of the
sun, west of the moon
O great
North wind, hear my plea!
Your
brothers have brought me to you
Now up on
your back carry me
East of the
sun, west of the moon
this was fun with the sparkling of magic
ReplyDeleteI too wish sometime it were possible to be carried away by the wind...
ReplyDeleteWonderful mythology in this poem - beseeching the winds for help. I will remember this on the occasions my love is turned into a bear :) Thanks for sharing this with us!
ReplyDeleteWonderful ties to the fairy tale.. the personification of each and every wind is just perfect...
ReplyDeleteBjörn
I love the repetitive lines and cadence of the verses ~ I read it aloud and it came out very well ~ Thanks for sharing and returning the visits of your fellow writers ~ Have a good day ~
ReplyDeleteI love that there is a plea to each of the winds -- north, south, east, and west. Excellent balance and repetition in this. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteI read this first and then read it aloud. it is a wonderful read. Almost ritualistic in the pleas and then the linking to the story. The winds are all different as well. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
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