Ring Cycle

Wotan’s myopia

World-wrenching trouble-maker
Your responsibility is as legion, god, as your daughters
Who bring warriors as carrion to your stronghold
Your integrity crumpled as you joined
Far lesser creatures in their lust for loveless power
Nevertheless, you know who’s in control
Who weaves the rope of fate
And that the future is not in your hands
No matter how privy you thought you were to divine insight
Perhaps you can see only half of what comes your way?

Woe that you should cultivate your doppelgänger!
For he will displace you
And overturning your rule, your role, your plea for all you have done
He will in turn fall under the sway of inconsequential weaklings

But by then you will no longer care

Sieglinde steadfast

Without surrender
to whispering neighbors
who shrouded her in domesticity
to the jealous gods
who decreed the marriage contract
to her own family
suspicious of her origin; fearful of her power

Sieglinde, rooted in the promise of victory
Like the ash tree rooted in the squalid hut she shared with a dullard spouse
Mischance is her choice
The triumph of agony
The sword planted in the tree
She will plant a life and give up her own
For the bare hope alone of uplifting a new age

Mime’s prowess

Such wisdom, gone greedwise to waste—
The world’s master artisan
who could forge mute metal into fantasies fulfilled
and recite many thousand years of history like the eyewitness he was

So why did his craftiness do him no good?

It must have entered his forfeit head
that he would never recover the Ring—
that all those strivings
would only skewer him

But his humiliation was too great
The misjustices sent against him strangled his voice
And thus he preceded on paths chosen by others
an unrequited agent for a more vastly unfurling destiny

Gutrune’s kindness

With intuition long nurtured in obscurity
she took him in from the start

Knew how unschooled Siegfried was for a deceitful world
[could not steer unguided by a feminine touch]
[would be chewed by viperous plotting teeth]

Her interest in the Ring
— mousy heiress to a minor waterfront property —
was curiosity only
her aspirations were domestic
simply for her husband to sing a path through the forest and bring home deer at night

She did not even recognize the existence of power
until it mauled her with merciless intensity

Andy Oram
December 11, 2025

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