She is the shield maiden
A lady fierce
Wild as the great southern wind
With a strength that has been built from her bones.
She is the warrior
Her power is echoed with each breath
And a beat that drums just for her.
Her skin is woven of hope
Strengthened in her fiery song.
Yes, she may be a maiden
But she carries with her the flag of all the battles lost
Of the ones who came before.
May we celebrate her victory
For she is the rainbow.
The sweetest skjoldmø.
You are music, poetry, thunder, invention, laughter, grace, and chaos.
It’s in the way you move
There will always be space
between the very breath of your skin and theirs
that feels like an ocean.
And so you bring them closer.
And closer still.
And it is still never close enough.
When you realise the weekend is coming to an end…
“Don’t be in such a rush to figure everything out.
Embrace the unknown and let your life surprise you”.
In the goodness and light of all that you are
and all you are still yet to be.
You are not my favourite.
But this is.