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.
Sól will be reborn in time, at her death the light will shine and the Sun Sólsdottir will rise again. Day-born, Spring-born, World-end-reborn look not directly on Sól’s beauty; her Chariot-dawn in blindness but feel her joy bathing you in promise.
Sól the Mangled Sun
Known of ancients as Althroful – the Elf-beam
Three brothers all Borssons they snatch at the sparks flying and cast them to the sky. Stars, Moon and the Sun.
Sun is the destined one who flies high the Sun. Forever in day she flies riding her chariot. Pulling the Sun in the fear of the Skoll. He snatches and bites and will catch her one day.
Death to her bitten, swallowed, gulped down in the wood made of Iron where her sparks of heat now rebound about.
The Iron Wood east of Midgard which birthed the wolves burnishes now with her fire.
Seize in his jaws she spatters Asgard with her gore as all stars go.
One day, one fine day.
Early-waker Arvak and Alsvid All-strong are still working for her. Tugging and racing ahead of their chariot, ahead of her, Sun, ahead of the Sun and ahead, so far, of Skoll.
Wolves win in the end of you let them. Yet think of the sun days we have had and enjoyed.
Champing at bits the horses of the sky bring us dew for the morning growth. Glistening under their sun.
We live at the strength of the glowing embers brought for us by the brothers. Be nourished in their glow.