Bumbling over a branch
twisting her train of thoughts
Vigga the Voelva was
meandering moaning
her hurt and her mortal parts
the toes and their talus
she had to get away again
off to somewhere precious
her tiny so-called paradise
her patience was wearing
thin and threadbare due to
her fathomless fate and
the terrible torn times.
But she was in a bind
her daughter Gemma Sarah
was about to give birth
the voelva felt family ties
welling up from deep
a soul's shivering shout
that she must tarry hither
to help the dear daughter
but be stifled in her spirit
so she was admonishing
herself acutely and hard
It is only a minute moment
of her livable lifespan
as a mindful mother
it is auspiciously all right
for her to remain albeit restless
and help her beloved bairn.
The affliction in her ankle
subsided a bit awhile
however her brainwaves
boiled intensely internally
she bit her infirm lips
listlessly and a little lost.
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