Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples
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.
“Let us have another adventure!” “Let’s be humans again and travel off away in Midgard.” Oðin and Hænir readily agreed and off they went. Again as it was with Oðin he was shocked to feel the pain of hunger and wondered what could be done. “If you light a fire I will soon return with food, Hænir come with me,” called Loki.
When they returned Hænir was struggling to carry a huge Oxen. Oðin placed it upon a spit and they sat and watched it cook. They sat and watched it cook. They sat and watched it cook. “It isn’t cooking” “It is just as raw as it was before.”
“Something is working against us.”
“Something up here.”
Above upon a branch sits a great eagle, far too big to be believed.
“Let me eat my fill and all the meat will be cooked.”
As soon as they agreed the eagle swooped and took the lot.
Loki was enraged and leapt upon the huge creature with a great branch to strike upon its back. The branch struck, it stuck in his hand, the eagle flew, he took Loki hanging behind. How Loki squealed. The eagle gave him quite a ride, dragging him through tree tops. Scraping him along the ground. Across the glacier. Till Loki wild with agony had hardly any skin upon his back and knees. ”You will help me or I will not let you go.” “I promise; I will do anything.” “Bring me the beautiful Iðun and her powerful apples.” “This I cannot do.” The eagle dragged him over rocks, over glacier, through the trees, the rocky ground. “I will do anything. I will do this thing you ask. I promise.”
Within the week the orchard garden had a visitor. “Iðun, beautiful, Iðun you would never believe what I have seen. Come with me, come with me. Golden apples just like these. Golden apples on a tree. Ooooo bring these.” So Iðun went with him. The eagle swooped and had her. Took her with her apples to his immense castle. Yes this was Thiazi, mighty giant.
Oh how the Gods would suffer. In no time at all they crumbled, bumbled, mumbled, stumbled. Muttering they cluttered up the place in their old age. As memory faded Oðin wondered who it was who was missing.
Someone remembered the beauty of Iðun.
Someone remembered the beauty of Frejya, “She has gone.”
“No I am here,” said a bald old lady in the corner.
“There was another one though. A trickster one.” “Where is he?”
They found Loki, found him sleeping, tied him, bound him. “Bring her back to us!” Frejya stripped off her gown of feathers, “Fly as falcon Trickster One, and bring her back to us.” It was easy, Thiazi and his daughter Skaði had gone fishing. He landed, cast a spell and Iðun was a nut. He popped her in his pocket. Put on his feathers and flew away safely. No. Thiazi came back. It is a long long way to Asgard and Eagles are faster than Falcon. Thank the gods for ravens, Oðin’s ravens saw and warned and all the gods build pyres of firewood. As Loki flew over and in the gods lit fires, bursting flames on the monstrous Giant in his eagle form. He fell down and stumbling old gods they fell upon.
Oh how they laughed to see Iðun back and handing round her apples.