I don’t live in Stockholm, not that I ever did.
The diaphanous blanched flakes,
Blinding me as we coursed thru the cooling drifts.
I don’t yearn for Stockholm like I once did.
Thinking freedom reigned there.
My wanting unencumbered by truth and drudgery,
I painted only poesy.
And lifted you high above the fjords, as if on display,
Your breastplate and stolid horns, erect shafts,
Piercing the sunless day.
I haven’t dreamed of Stockholm
Since you stormed from the chalet.
The door to that domicile is locked,
And the snow has blown away.
Hammer of God, Copyright © 2018 Aria Ligi, Poetic Justice Books, and Amazon
Poet
Aria Ligi 
Aria’s final verse always rings in the mind. It makes the entire poem stick inside your head.
What I enjoy about this poem is the sense of loneliness. It’s deep and memorable, just like Aria’s timeless poetic style.
Beautiful Aria, and I’m with Ashlie – a timeless piece… Which is the surest sign of genuine quality and what a delight to hear you read your work again too. And, believe me, that’s not something I would say to many poets! That said this is certainly not the kind, or class, of poetry that needs to be read to come alive… Being so bejewelled and carefully sculpted that it defies any such need – already effortlessly dancing as it does through the readers head. But your performances are just so good and keenly felt that they deliver definite further enhancement… A real late night treat, approaching midnight now here in the UK.
Your words are lovely enjoyed reading the passage of poetry.