[Simon Hunt]

THOR Drawn by a Child (revision 1)

One mighty arm extends from his neck toward
the ground, all scarred and armor-cuffed. He needs
no other, this quite strong enough to wield
his giant hammer. His legs, barely pins,
seem unlikely to support his weight,
his belly surprisingly robust,
round and fulsome in his ornately
patterned tunic, over a matching skirt.
His empty eyes are circles too, without thought, as enormous
as the horns thrusting skyward from his helmet.
No, look again. They grow from his skull as naturally
as that single limb hefts the thunder’s weight,
as easily as his terrible golden smile outshines the sun.




THOR Drawn by a Child (0riginal)

One mighty arm extends from neck toward
the ground, all scarred and armor-cuffed. He needs
no other, this quite strong enough to wield
his giant hammer. Barely pins, his legs
would seem unlikely to support his weight,
especially since the belly is surprisingly robust,
round and fulsome in its ornately
patterned tunic, over a matching skirt.
His empty eyes are circles too, without thought and as enormous
as the horns thrusting skyward from his helmet.
No, look again. They grow from his own skull
as naturally as that single limb hefts the thunder’s weight,
as easily as his terrible golden smile outshines the sun.