In her cape lined with bear fur
the Volva Vigga wandered aimlesely
in the woodsland she used to feel
safe and secure and stable in.
This had been six weeks since
her vicious vitriolic violation.
The healer she had sought healed
her beaten, bombarded body so-so.
Her sister Sophia who had come
soon after sat with her for seven
despairing days and seven sad nights
talking and reading to her from
their grandmother's old diaries.
These leatherbound parchments
bore witness. A child's rape.
Gruesome reading it was
and somehow their granny got through -
but only when Grosswolf was knifed.
The steel from Toledo well sharpened
had sheared the perpetrator's neck.
The woodsland fey had made sure
that the hushed hut was enchanted,
so Vigga the Volva could rest
and get her bearings, alas not brought.
She would remember till her dying day
the victimization of her true self
and the total helplessness towards
the power of the cruelest brutality.
Vividly she replayed the rape in raw visuals.
Not being able to stop the pounding
hit her womanhood with such frustration.
She was perfectly and purely powerless.
How could she live on? Facing real reality
she wringed her slender white hands.
Her bosom had started to swell
Her nausea nipped her in the early dawn
Her missing monthly female flux -
Vigga the Volva wanted to weigh
the various ways of her crucial choices
something that any woman would do
in her strenuous and sticky situation.
She was not as young as she pretended.
In her womanly prime she would weigh
the prime possibility of ever carrry a child
or elect to bear the vicious rapist's copy.
Her delicate dilemma was not easy.
She came to the little brook she so
often had gathered healing herbs for fey.
Staring at her self - an image of healthy woman
in the water she was asking herself,
could she truly come to love the child?
In truth - she sighed - she could not.
She would always both see her perpetrator
that face was engraved with a rage so bound
in hatred and think of her own helplessness.
One thing she wanted for a child of the earth
was happiness from within, and she could not....
Having mulled over the rippling waters
she sighed and started to warily walk
towards the healing woman's hut.
Vigga the Volva had made her choice.
