I’m currently reading Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology (an absolute must read, it’s amazing), and found inspiration in the tale of ‘The Mead of Poetry’ to write this little poem of my own, which I hope you enjoy.
There are poems on my lips,
Odin’s mead fills my heady mind with song; rich
And jumbled words lie, waiting, behind the tap of tongue,
Ready to cascade past broken teeth and touch the world;
Yet they stay, leashed behind a locked fast door, and the key
Cannot be found.
