Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder
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.
Wisdom Pool Wonder
How the guardian of the pool of wisdom could become just a head.
They spat. The gods spat. They spat in a barrel. An oath of peace *spit spit spit*
And they traded gods
Óooooðin was most unhappy to receive old Njord and his unholy offspring. Hoenir would be a good swap as he was a real God, strong and brave, that is what they needed. Ah, If they like wise old men, they can have Mimir, he can mumble for them.
It worked. When they were together, for Mimir would mumble into Hoenir’s ear.
But it all went wrong. Mimir went away to tend his magical spring from where all wisdom flowed.
Mimir Was Away
While he was away, we can imagine it went something like this; “A farmer is praying to us he would like more apples?”
“Slice him through with an axe like chopping a tree ho ho ho ho.”
“Sailors are praying for a safe journey.”
“Throw a big boulder into their ship to give them something to worry about hahahaha”
They were enraged, a sword blade sliced at Hoenir’s neck. Mimir came back. The blade went right through him. Plop.
“Oh I’ve got his head, I better take it back.”
Óðin cradled the head of the ancient one and sang sad ancient songs. He preserved the head in herbal balm and sang and sang.
A mumbled voice joined in. Mimir was back. Well just his head, his wise old head.
Óooooðin looked around at his great city of Asgard and his great and powerful gods. “I shall seek out magic. I will find ancient powers. I will gather great wisdom and knowledge. And then I truly will be a god. The greatest of all the gods. The All-Father God.”