Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems; #15 Skaði
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.
Return to your home please Winter, yes Skaði, let Njord visit for nine days of thawing your inners and let the time of growth and warmth restart, we thank you for your crisp-white, your hunter’s bounty and guiding stars, your dark-time laugher, now we pray for your safety in those high high halls.
Skaði Seeks Vengence
Skaði Thiazidotter she was livid. She, the huntress was angry. The Goddess of winter was enraged. The gleaming gold beaks and shining eyes of her shield showed her fierceness. Armoured, equipped she called out to the mighty Asgard. To the gods themselves. She had an icy cold wish to kill them all. “Come out, come out and die!”
Great Heimdall saw her from afar and warned the gods. They did not wish to hurt her further and they called as she approached. “It would be just to repay you in gold.”
“What good is gold,” she spat,
“I have inherited immense wealth and a cold and lonely castle. I am fatherless because of you.”
“We have your father’s eyes.” They cast them to the sky, “Your father’s eyes the stars.” “They will shine down forever more, and more than that we give a gift to all the giants, we give the gift of laughter.” “May all the halls ring out in joy, even as you suffer let all the giants be glad to have this gift from us.”
“It is not enough.”
“Then would you like a husband?”
Skadi thinks of one man, the beautiful Balder, handsome beyond belief the god of light and love and beauty.
“But,” “But?” “You shall choose him by his feet!”
A curtain raised, the bare feet show, and this is easy, very easy. For one pair are beautiful. She chooses those. The curtain slowly raises. She will see Balder sure she knows. There is one snag, the sea is very good to feet. The God of the sea shore stands before her. Njord is as old as the waves and he is very pleased. They have to help him from the stand to stand by her.
Yes the wedding was a wonderful event, but she is left with he.
It does get worse. Down from the mountains the huntress loves the cold, the whiteness and above all the silence. Here by the sea the seabirds screech, the harbour calls, the builders beat their hammers hard. She is living in a bustling shipyard.
Even with winter in the mountains, summer by the sea, they spend more and more time apart, yet are wedded together forever.
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