Thought takes flight
on raven's wing
to rest in nest
of twig and feather
knit and twined
and bound together
In age old yarn
memory is buried
stacked and racked
to be lost forever
©Rose
These are my two beautiful fourth generation ravens. the first juveniles of this season. I have named them Huginn and Muninn (Thought and Memory) (You might not see Muninn in the top right conrner of the image.)
The names I borrowed from Norse Mythology with Odin having two Ravens one to be his eyes and the other to be his ears.
I have been a bit out of ink lately , you know what it's like when you wake up with words in your head so sure you will remember them but when you actually get the time to write they have flown the coop! Well this is a bit about that and them. and me. My most favourite bit of Raven mythology must surely be the one where the Raven was white and stole the sun, moon, stars, and water and fire. The raven was seen as the bringer of light.
