Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

I wrote Loki on March 1st, 2025, not as a tribute to the pop-culture trickster, but to the old god—the one who exists in contradiction, liminality, and transformation. The Loki of myth is not tidy. He is not easily moralized. He is fire and fracture, ally and adversary, mother and monster, savior and destroyer. He is becoming.Author’s Note

I wrote Loki on March 1st, 2025, not as a tribute to the pop-culture trickster, but to the old god—the one who exists in contradiction, liminality, and transformation. The Loki of myth is not tidy. He is not easily moralized. He is fire and fracture, ally and adversary, mother and monster, savior and destroyer. He is becoming.

This poem is less about mythology as history and more about mythology as mirror. Loki has always represented what unsettles systems built on rigidity: fluidity, change, refusal. In many ways, he is the god of those who do not fit neatly into the halls they are born into. Those who are renamed as “problem” when what they truly are is uncontainable.

Writing this was an act of reclamation. Of honoring the sacredness of contradiction. Of recognizing that to shift, to change, to refuse a single shape, is not betrayal—it is divinity in motion.

Loki
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I have been son and mother, father and daughter,
A whisper on the wind, a fire in the dark.
I have been the tempest and the calm,
A shifting shape, a name unchained.

I was never made to fit in their halls,
So they twisted my name into a curse.
They carved my legacy with hands that feared
What could not be tamed, what would not kneel.

They call me trickster, traitor, monster—
But what is a god if not a story rewritten?
What is truth when bound by mortal tongues,
When my form is fluid as the rivers they drink?

I have worn every face, walked every path,
Yet still, they wish to bind me to one.
But I am the echo of change, the chaos of fate,
A dance between dusk and dawn.

Try as they might to paint me still,
I will slip through cracks, through time, through names.
For I am not one, nor two—
I am all, I am none…

I am Loki.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]