Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #16 Njörð
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.
Hey ‘Beautiful Feet’ find a path for our rocking-way-traveller. Yes Njord, keep Ran deep and Skaði high. You are the spring-time of our wanderlust old man we fly at your warmed waves in hope of far treasures. Sing gulls and hammers and beaten shores wildly for us as your laughter.
When Gods Exchange for Peace
Four arrived but one was just born, reborn, and the other was yet to be, another was her own aunt mother reborn and the most ancient one was created by the oldest gods, not born at all and he will return and continue after all has ended.
The mother was reborn in fire at the birth of the god war.
Njörð of the Sea
Was Gullveig the woman he loved, he grew up with? She who was gleaming she met with the new gods and then along came Njord.
Created by the Vanir to be an emissary he stepped among the Aesir new and old. They built him, constructed him he belongs to them. He will return there to the Vanir when all worlds end. After Ragnarok Njörð and his sea keening shall belong again to the fertility ones. They will preside over all that will call to them. At worlds end.
Yes, he was before and was always but is new in the construction of him from godship of the fertile. They brought him into existence and bid him father his offspring. Their magical vision together will change things and establish the peace.
Calm pathway through danger are his to give those who call upon.
Where a deep Goddess is engulfing he is protecting. Let tsunami or waterspout fly where they may, let sailors who call upon him sail another way.
He presides over shipyards and relishes the hard sounds of wave beating. Let your strength of will and fearless design bring you vessels he blesses. Let them fill with the fish you wish for or the treasures you seek. He is there for your call.
Sea, wind and seafarers
Gull song and tide turn
Let his will rise up to meet you
Showing the way-fare
The eleventh hall Noatun high timbered by the sea. Shipyard and view point. Step here as waters lap, they are good for the feet.
Here he resides now and his bride he shall meet at times.
When the winter and the springtime warm his old bones
He came here to be here, to bring wisdom and a way for us
Build your temples still and shrines for him
By the water ways and safe ports
He stands here in effigy as he stands in his heart
Landing his harvest for you from deck to wharf
See him at gatherings with winter on his arm
Together as a couple if often part
He consoles her the loss of her father
And was glad to be wed to her
He will be glad of you call,
If you call him from Thrymheim
The quiet of the winter hunter is no call to the sea
Warm waves will him home
Ice and thaw. Spring and Winter
Life and death in love together
Yet how can the howl of the wolf compare
To the whoop of the elegant swan here
As the lapping of the waves is a wonderful awakening
So the nine nights on a mountain freeze over everything
Winter and spring are forever wed
A woman lays with her husband or lover
As she chooses
It being her bed