Another dinosaur poem!
This hard to define word…
Let’s start off May with a poem that feels appropriate for my corner of the world, where spring is welcomed with a bonfire on the evening/night of April 30th.
And back to a more hopeful note in my poetry.
A short poem that draws inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe, as well as the podcast “Welcome to Night Vale”, that I’ve mentioned before.
The old guard fort on the island of Gotland called “Torsburgen”, might not have been named after the god of thunder, but I took that idea and other stories tied to Thor and the fort and rolled with it.
As I am wont to do these days, my inner image of the old Norse gods tend to be a mix of the old mythological beings and the Marvel movies.
Because I love to stick my novel characters into new settings (well, in this case it was my character Cassandra who wanted to be some kind of female Sherlock Holmes in early Prohibition era with a twist). I feel tickled enough by this scenario to continue it, maybe develop it into a novella. *nods*