The son of my heart, not of my body
Came to me with the midsummer sun.
A babe abandoned by a dark goddess
Too confused by trickster gods to know which
Road was true.
She left him to The Norns
Whose thread led a path from
Orange County to the dry East:
A stronger & more potent chaparral:
The offspring of mountain & desert.
His smile sang loudly, but he
Was silent for so long.
No word would bloom from his
And then the symbols of language
Images of apples, balls, & cats
Lit a fire in his head.
No bloodied eye or nine
Days hanging from a tree, but skipping
And laughing & sweet tones of
Ah Buh Kuh spilled from his mouth.
The revelation of letters combined
Imparted knowledge to his tongue.
T, W, O taught him to speak two.
L, O, V, E – love.
The solved equation of letters
Unravelled the mysteries of speech
And with them, a world of runes
And symbols. Greek, Coptic,
Cyrillic. He spends his days &
Nights with these friends: α (alpha), γ (gamma),
Ⲋ (soou), & Г (ghe), bending
His fingers and arms into their likenesses.
Ampersand & hyphen swirl before his eyes
And dance upon the page
Awakening the verbum that was always within.
Our little messenger god –
No trickster, but seer & prophet
Here to learn language backward
And teach with pen and tongue.
In the beginning was the letter
And the letter tripped from
The mouth of a three-year-old-boy
And the word formed from his breath
And curiosity and he spoke.
[Chelsea Arrington was born and raised in a town named after a poet, and so The Norns decreed she too was fated to become a poet. Her work can be found in the magazines, Spectral Realms, The Audient Void, The Literary Hatchet, and elsewhere. Chelsea is a practicing Witch in an active coven. She hoards books and art and lives in Southern California with her Viking and their children.]