Triolets

“Slaying Kvasir” (1920) by Franz Stassen

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The Curse of Kvasir¹

by Zane Paxton

They took my blood to make the brew
that you call, “Inspiration”. 
Though wise and stirred and formed from spew, 
they took my blood to make the brew. 
I curse those two who tricked and slew— 
fermenting god creation. 
They took my blood to make the brew 
That you call, “Inspiration”.

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Maledictions

by Zane Paxton

I’ve nothing but a tongue of ink 
to spit and lash across this page 
and smear these sentences. I think . . .  
"I’ve nothing but a tongue of ink". 
It fills the lettered stains I drink, 
and spills its way in pools of rage. 
I’ve nothing but a tongue of ink 
to spit and lash across this page. 

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This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.

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1. If you’re interested in the Norse myth which inspired this poem click here: "The Mead of Poetry