Of Cats, War, Wealth, Love
Two cats pull Freyja’s chariot across the sky
as she checks on love, collects her half the dead,
her fingers dripping beauty, fertility, war, wealth,
washing divination, magic,
falcon feathered cloak flowing bird behind.
Free us Freyja, o lady of love, pubis of Venus
crying tears of gold over husband grave cold
walking deep in stardust redemption,
please grant us exemption.
But of all your gifts, your skills, your magic will,
best is how you get two cats,
maybe gray, sometimes black,
to pull your sleigh and go where you say
on your where and whim.
Just how dear Goddess do you do that?
– Smith, 3.28.2015
