Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Golden-haired ever plentiful lets a lock fall your way, lets the corn grow if you compare it to her hair. Her perfume is new baked bread, her playground your fields and her dream place your market. Treat growing things well or tricked ‘Sew’ will sob.
She came here from the old faraway
Bereft of lover
Thor would have her
There would be no other
Siv is fertility personified
Where old Godhood once was so is her heart
Now Aesir, she prospers
High in the twelve most equal
Corn-weeper, call to her
See her later as the answer the harvest
If you are doing well you know her well
This is the garden, the food field, the woman
You of the food ways she travels your pathway
Elven, Vanir now Aesir-new
Perpetual and again young
She would send Ull to till for you
Just be at one with her
Be thankful for this beauty we harvest
Saying Thank You
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