For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
Grýla was one of the first poems I wrote for my upcoming poetry collection. For those unfamiliar with Icelandic Christmas lore, Grýla is an ogress who comes down from her cave on Mt Esja (the mountain range that watches over Reykjavik) at Christmas time to steal and devour disobedient children. Grýla has been much softened over… Continue reading Grýla – A Poem
Is it odd I don't feel especially joyous about the sun's return? That I don't particularly look forward to the days getting longer and lighter? Winter, my favourite season of all, is only just upon us, but from tomorrow, the sun begins its march back north. Many of my friends are ecstatic about the promise… Continue reading On This Winter Solstice
A Wyrd Of Her Own 