Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #12 The Hyndla Lay
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.
The Hyndla Lay
Freyja rides to the cave of Hyndla to summon her to rule by her side in Asgard…
I who cry amber tears call to you my sister in your cave here, my sister of witchcraft or magic, my kindred, of knowledge. We have so much to share my beautiful sister, awaken for me, awaken and share.
You are in there, for your snores are like growling and your yawns like the bitch dog, do you howl at the moon in there when we could ride together?
I ride here on the beautiful boar of my sky riding to be here.
“It is your lover, it is human man Ottar, do not deny it. You shape shifter witch-crafter, usurper of lovers.”
I come. So we can win the All-father’s favour. I come to you. Together. We shall weather the trials and be there my sister. This, this is not Ottar, the Dwarves made me this. This bristling boar here is magical, glowing and dazzling and made for me.
“And then made into Ottar-form, so you can call him and ride him whenever you have a whim. It is Ottar, I smell him.”
I come here in good favour.
“You leap at night like Heidrun who goat loves. You collide with the soft and the hard and the readiness of it all. You love and you love and you leap so often.
I shall wrangle, I shall wheedle, cajole, and, at the last, I shall threaten.
You deny the gleaming one, I rise in stature and I proclaim. I who shall change in shape to gall you, who could have gifted so brightly.
I demand. I demand in flames. In searing flames. See how you doll-like lift from your solemn cave, let all dampness fly from you. For you are aflame. I encircle you!
Do not deny the gleaming witch.
You are girdled with flames.
“Ottar will prosper!” “Ottar will prosper!”
You yield Hyndla and I release you from my flames
You who could have been my sister.
I release you to your cave.
Free from flames.
You who could have been.
Saying Thank You
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