Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Then Balder Was Dead

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Then Balder Was Dead

 

 

Deathly dreams of dying invaded. The perfect bliss of being Balder was disrupted. Family and loved ones doubted, feared. Nothing of such should be possible. Golden-God Balder brought peace and resolution to everything. Now, he was dying. Every night in a dream he went falling. Forever into nothing. Deepest darkness was predicted for him. This constant dream.

 

 

Conference at the Well of Urd, and then Mimir conferred. This must be acted upon. Gods don’t dream of dying, especially this one. Sleipnir was mounted, the All-father of all must find out for his fair son. Long was the ride. Round the great tree, down the root stem, across chasms, over bridges, through fire and over iceways. Long was the journey and dark was the guarded place. Deep. Ahead on the very floor was death. Odin sang, ancient runes of calling and binding and talking beyond death. Fearful being she was living, here now she was rotten, all over rotten twice as bad as her Queen here. Hel spawn was an old witch, mother of monsters. Mother of Hel herself here in the Hel realm she was born from. Dead in the place that her daughter was cast out to. Now convinced to rise again temporarily and speak though her voice be croaked; quite broken.

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #19

 

Who was this calling her, no she knew, she knew with one look it was the God of all the Gods, the God who had cast her daughter here. He who had created this death world and brought it a Queen. He had disturbed her slumbers. He now demanded of her, much as she willed to resist she could not. His was to command, and hers was to sing. To sing a broken song of foretelling for him. She was glad to, for her answer was wonderfully dark and depressing, nothing could be wished for to be better to say. Odin, it is your son who is dying, there is nothing you can do to sway. Dead he is already, as good as dead now.

 

 

What is there that can stop him. Nothing. Begone now. Let me slumber.

Long was the ride of returning. Heavy the heart. Horrible the recounting of it upon return. Frigg would have none of this. This was her son. The most loved of all the Gods. Despair was everywhere and it was now down to her.

Everywhere she rode and she spoke to all manner of things. She spoke to everything. Fire and ice and rock-fall and treacherous footing. She spoke to poisons and diseases and creatures of all kinds. She spoke to everything. Everything. She could think of so many things and each of them she visited.

Nothing would harm him.

Every single element had promised her this. They cannot harm Balder. Everything she spoke to. Balder was safe and the witch’s words of prophesy were dealt with.

 

 

The once mischievous one who had turned in the heart to be hurtful had heard of this and he wished to discover. He wished to play with fate. The fate of Balder himself to him was just a game.

What a game it was. If nothing could hurt him then anything could be done to him. Try this. Throw this. Think of things. Let us attack him. Balder himself was the centre of this and he had to admit nothing hurt him. The Gods thought of more things to hurt him with, nothing happened. Oh how they laughed as they attacked. Nothing could hurt him. Day after day they would play.

“No, nothing I can’t feel a thing.”

 

 

Presently an old lady wandered in, she didn’t mean to intrude on Frigg but she just happened to notice, just happened to wonder. They were stoning a man and he was just standing there with no apparent care.

No. This Wasn’t a stoning this was a game, because nothing could hurt him, she had asked everything. There was wonder at this and eventually an admission. The humble twisted weak mistletoe hadn’t been asked or even considered, for what harm could that do!

Loki could hardly contain his shape long enough to say thank you and potter out of there, nearly running as he did so, and changing his shape right around the corner from that of the old thing to him, now evil him.

If ever you wonder or sympathise.

Was he misunderstood?

Was he only really playful?

Did he not really realise?

Did others treat him unjustly?

This.

This was the thing.

When he rides into Ragnarok on a ship full of fire giants and the fetid one’s undead remember this factor.

He was the spoiler in this story spoiler.

Loki killed Balder.

 

 

He fashioned the mistletoe. He twisted and pointed it, with its weaving feathery wings for the flight. This is the poisoned thing. And this was the night.

Hod should not have died for this. We all know he did do. A child was born to rise up in a day and go kill him by nightfall and send him to Hel’s realm. Hod might be blind and Hod may have done the deed but his part wasn’t evil. His was an almost innocent act. He threw the dart.

He may have been fooled by Loki but kill him he did. Look Balder is dead. Dead.

Poison seeped from the weak dart and pulsed through his veins. The only thing not promising was killing him.

And Balder is dead.

Dead.

 

 

Falling and falling and leaving the forever realms to suffer in ever-ness under the foot of her who is half dead. The lady of death Hel herself she has him.

Oh his funeral was beautiful. With everyone there in their splendour. Thirty three maidens keened and tossed scarves high. The beautiful giant Hyrrokin rode in on her wolf clenching at vipers as reins. Mad berserkers came wrestling. Thor raged at the sight of her. In one form or another was Loki sat gloating. Happy to be there. Everyone there. Odin bent whispering. Skadi with Njord. Freyr there with Gerd. Freyja on her chariot. Everyone there. His horse died.

His wonderful Nanna was there. In her grief there. Briefly there. As Hyrrokin prepared to launch and the archers fired flame arrows, so Nanna his beloved stood. By the shore she stood, with everyone behind her unknowing of her thinking, not seeing the knife she had. She stood tall with tears down her soft cheeks staring out into the sea. Then she stabbed herself. “Balder I love you.” Stabbed her broken heart deep. Dying she fell as the arrows fell. Flames rose as she passed away. Dead she was in the pyre of her husband. Balder and Nanna. Balder and Nanna. Burning and falling.

 

 

Burning and falling together. Down, down, down to the land of the dead.

All was in gold. Even the mead was gold. The many dead in rows awaited, from the sorrowful new dead long back on rows to the long, long, gone crumbling ones who were barely a resemblance of the cowardly beings they had been. Misshapen lumps of dust looked at him. He and his wife would be like them. For this was the death place of Hel.

“He shall not be dead!” said his mother. She offered all of her love and favour for who would ride for her. Beg. It was all that was left to us. Begging. Begging with the dead. With the queen of the dead. Who will partake of this long ride? Hermod would, her son of so many names and great fame. He would ride. The long ride and he did.

 

 

There very faces turned to face him. One by one by long slow dead one the row upon row of the rotten and crumbling slowly turned to him. There at the head was the brother he loved and the wife he was with in love. Suffering, struggling, screaming silently relentlessly. They slow walked towards him, in funerial steps, carrying. Here is the linen for Mother-Goddess Frigg to wear as a remembrance, here is the gold ring of renewal back for Oðin to wear, here is all of the wonders we were gifted on the pyre of our byre. We are here and this is the now and the ever. There is nothing anyone can do for us except recall for us and live by our way.

No, he came not to say goodbye, the long ride, he rode the long ride. To speak to her who was awakening. Hel, Lady Hel herself let Hermod beg of you now. Let him return to us, with his beloved, let them return. For all are broken all of the beings and wonders and living things of all of the nine worlds are broken, heart-broken without him.

 

 

“Will they cry so?”

This was undoubtable, well if all of the beings and things, all of the creatures and growing things cry for him so shall they live again, so shall they live.

Oh Sleipnir is strong, for as soon as he returns from the long climb, the long flight that he rides round the worlds awaits him. Frigg rode him and they journeyed. They stopped and they shared the news of the death of the golden one. Oh how things sobbed, the sorrow was tangible, tears flowed like the torrents, worlds filled with crying and sorrow and remorse for the wonder that was Balder. Everything. Everyone one. It was as Hermod said. As Hell decreed. Everyone.

Except one.

 

 

 

There in a cave was an old hag of a giantess and she laughed. She didn’t care for that Balder. All begone now. She would not cry. All begone now, she wanted them out of there quickly for she could not contain herself longer. Could not maintain the form of deception which forbid her rejoicing. This was Loki. As soon as they were gone he was back in shape and laughing and laughing and laughing.

Balder was dead.

 

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #1 Thor

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #2 Earth

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #3 Night

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #6 Eir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #7 Vili

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #8 Ve

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #9 Siv

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

 

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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #18 Balder

A collection of pieces covering many of the Gods and Goddesses from the Nordic Mythos following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun  and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Balder

Rise again, lose anguish, be bright, be golden. Beautiful Balder shines on yoru quibbles and disputes and turns all to companionship. Be happy with Balder no matter the hardship. We can become the power of the very sun.

The Blessed Balder

Mistletoe kiss which we all wish had missed.

This is the blessed who was bested by badness.

All golden the Peace-bringer brought us such sadness.

The poison of the berries seeped into his heart.

See how he screams now silent, forlornly.

Under the foot of the dead one below.

 

Suffering to Hel

Draupnir would have renewed him,

but he returned it with favour.

Ever to suffer with the heart of a giver.

Gleaming and gentle there is hope for your soul here.

Wish him on trouble makers, find friendship and peace.

Solver of disputes, brother of the blind one

Fair-faced is splendid and burns bright in your heart.

Dead Balder

Oh such a loss from a mistletoe dart

Gentle and beloved gone

His brother Hod the blind God threw it

Balder the best

Everyone praises

Fair of face and bright

A splendour radiates

Compared to the whitest of all flowers

which blooms in his garden.

Beautiful body, bright hair, beautiful being

The wisest, sweetest spoken, most merciful

Light

None can rescind him. He is married to Nanna

Son Forseti becomes God of judgement

So happy a family in Breidablik, broad splendour

Beautiful souls in beautiful gardens

Some cannot see who are blinded by envy

Sorrowful ever more because of destruction

Yet his soul if you asked would forgive

Ever helpful, repairing

and trying to heal all the world

Suffering Ends

The world’s end released him

The sun shines now because of him

Bringing his healing of spirit oh so generous

Returning to bring hope here

Forever unfurled

 

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili

Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 BalderNorse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

A collection of pieces covering many of the Gods and Goddesses from the Nordic Mythos following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun  and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Frigg

Never underestimate the power of a mother

World-flyer Frigg. Cherish her love and favour

Fear her very nature

High-seat sitter. Wholesome lover.

Knowledge becomes ultimate power

 

High Seat

The twelve divine sit behind her

Equal in her listening to them

Respect of the goddesses

Comes from the divine one

Frigg

The thirteenth

At the front in splendour

Join With Her

Handmaidens serve her

Would you to be glad to join them

Lin, Fulla and Gna ever there

 

Wife of Odin

She sees all the worlds

They share a knowledge of destiny

A heavy burden of future

She holds your fate on her shoulders

She knows

When you worry or fear

If you doubt of an outcome

Frigg has the answer

Good and bad, dark and dazzling

She carries the burden

Just as all worlds end

So will our time here

Goddess rise again

Invoke Her in Honesty

In her hall of Fensolir

She even tricked Odin

Serving him right for a standpoint

Fulla ran for her

To the halls of the giant

To set Gierrod about him

So Odin suffered by fire

For gambling against her

 

Because of Loki

For all of her origins

As the mother of all earth

All of her future sight

The knowledge of all to come

She has just one regret

And that is the mistletoe

That young west of Valhall

Missing this oak plant

Changed the planned path

Causing such sorrow

That all of the world cried

All but the one soul

The evil who lied

Lost her her son

Solace

The love and favour of her

are a thing for to wish for

Earth Mother Goddess leader

Let linen be her headdress

Her garment the falcon skin

She shall fly for you

Defend all of offspring

Be there in solace in sadness

This is who shall attend for you

At sad times of loss

 

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili

Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

A collection of pieces covering many of the Gods and Goddesses from the Nordic Mythos following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock opera with Alda and Sigrun  and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Njörð

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-God

Sea, wind and seafarers

Gull song and tide turn

Let his will rise up to meet you

Showing the way-fare

Gull-song

 

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

Women Choose

 

Winter and spring are forever wed

A woman lays with her husband or lover

As she chooses

It being her bed

 

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili

Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems; #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems; #15 Skaði

A collection of pieces covering many of the Gods and Goddesses from the Nordic Mythos following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun  and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Skaði

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.

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili

Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

A collection of pieces covering many of the Gods and Goddesses from the Nordic Mythos following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun  and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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All for the Love of Gerd

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

As one sits in the long house in the depths of the winter there is light here, look out there, among the hardships and hope there are glimmers, amazingly bright in the ice is the sunshine. It will return.

Freedom of movement is in the heart and wishes as it is in the heart of the fertility God. Lord of the Sun. For he will go where he will. Come here to us as we remember your tale.

Go anywhere you wish, he was told but not ever to the seat, the great high seat where everything can be seen. That is the seat of Borsson alone and his bride the foreseer Frigg his queen.

They talk like to a child for the ancient God of the Earth is reborn anew in his visiting here. He dwells now with the elves as a part of the Aesir and is childlike in the eyes of some.

Go there he will, by his will he will go anywhere. Even there. In silver-rooved Valaskjalf, he steps in there, he sees. The great high seat, he sees, Hlidskjalf, and he must sit there.

What would you see there, if you stepped? If it is true that an ordinary mortal went there, stepped there to the seat of the Gods and looking out he saw everything, all at once in the everything, and remember there are far more worlds out there than you can see from your long house. In the seeing of it all was the going mad, in that instant there was everything, then there was nothing.  A sublime moment of madness, of powerfulness and then he was no more.

So now Freyr steps towards the seat of seeing and he dares, or course, to sit up there. What does he see, his destiny. The woman of his dreams, of his heart and of his sense of being. Nothing else is showing. All of the nine worlds are as nothing. For this is love. Love that is meant to be. Love of the impossible, the total, the only.

And she is beautiful.

As all worlds fade there in the centre of his vision is a great hall. In the mountains of the lands of ice in Jotenheim home of a giant of a man. From those handsome halls of giant Gymir steps his daughter. The object of Freyr’s existence. She is so far away. So very far away.

In the frost lands it is that she is made of light. Of ice, of reflection or brightness overwhelming. He was overwhelmed. He sees the shining. The light of this his love.

He shall go to her. He cannot. It is so far. A God such as he would never be able to travel so far in the lands of the giants.  Never would a woman such as her be willing to look at him.

His gleaming. Her shining. Reflections of opposites. For even the Lord of the Sun cannot walk among ice and cold.

It was not a living being which fell from that high seat, it was but a shell which walked away. The image survived as clear as clear and it haunted this shell of a being who was no more. In his room laid forever he was nothing. No food or drink shall pass his lips, no words of welcome, not fertile blessing. This was the Sun God in darkness in shame and forlorn. The light of all hope was gone. Death.

Death of love within love, of love and all is love., all is love lost and lovelorn. Live not without love once love has been tasted for that is all that there is and it is gone.

All that there is is the flash of light of the moment, the stepping out into view of the wondrous of beauties. The Winter and the Springtime, the life and the death, the birth and the rebirth, the frozen, the glimmering. The impossible proximity of the forever, returning perpetually.

She had stepped from her father’s hall and walked to her own hall and then disappeared within.

She had stepped from her father’s hall and walked to her own hall and then disappeared within.

She had stepped from…

Over and over he sees her, and he cannot look away, as when he saw her, she is blinding, burning his eyes. Over and over.

She is made of light.

He lays there.

All Gods are worrying. There is shadow where there once was sunshine. Nothing is growing or hoping. Worlds below are forlorn with him. Men are starving and lost. Elves are diminishing, losing the belief in the dancing. A darkness of shadow is encompassing everything. All gods are worrying.

Old father Njord is in despair for him and calls for the servant man, the one who has been with Freyr for all time, the shining one Skirnir.

Scirnis is just as worried, but can never be broken. He is as Freyr but not with the lovelornness which is breaking Freyr. He is like Freyr. Skirnir.

This is the brave element of the Sun, which still glimmers here. This is the embodiment which offers to help. There is no point though. No use in even trying, she would never agree to yield to him, her father will not allow it, and all of their lands of her kindred would rally against it. This is forbidden by ice and by sunshine, by life and be rebirth.

He goes anyway. I shall take of your horse as a means to be getting there and will keep it as a reward if success comes. Taking all that I need with me, for nothing is important or valuable without the Lord of the Sun.

They had grown up together and Skirnir loved and supported, supported beyond the will to live his own life. There are no elf beams to shine in this shadow gloom. The grief which is so great is a little lighter for sharing and now there is hoping and travelling. Let my will and sacrifice be the hope which we need.

He rides.

Rides to what all gods forbid.

The horse which fears not flames, which rides beyond magic bares him far and distant. Nothing will lose this beast from its path. Through darkness and flame. Through bleakness and pain.

In his cloak is the only weapon which would stop Surt and his fire giants, the cost of this mission will be the end of the end of the worlds of the Gods. He carries the sword which Freyr will die without at Ragnarok. Such is the cost of love.

Hooves struck fire from the stones.

We shall be home from this fast or be eaten by some troll or other such fiendish beast. Ride now, ride.

Beyond the Banks of Iving they are ferried. At last to where frost giants abide. First though those flames. High in the mountains they climb through steep sided pass. There in the path of them is the magical wall of protection which stops all. This is blue flames. Cold so cold it burns and diminishes. Ride on. Ride on and through for this is the horse which is afeared of nothing, which succumbs to no pain or tiredness and is ridden by a heart which is strong and is protected by greatest of powers of the Gods and of magic.

A strong timeless staff in his hand points the way and they are through there.

Here now in the daybreak see a wide bowl of land, soured grass and sparseness with a great hall in the centre of it. The hall of giant Gymir is here now in front of them.

Beyond tall fences, beyond fierce hounds chained, beyond. Yet here on the hillside is a herdsman who watches, it is he who is approached for he sees everything. He must surely know of a way to placate the dogs and to open the great gates unheeded. He has one thing to say, “Are you doomed to die or are you dead already?”

Skirnir knows that the length of his days are numbered and are prewritten, if this is the day then this is the day, for the threads are stitched and knotted long done now.

The feint heart of he who puts his nose out the door is his failure and fearlessness can win over hopeless in a heartbeat.

Let us see if this heart can continue to beat.

He steps off his horse and leaves him to the sparse hard grass. Stepping towards the dogs with little expectation of survival. The gates open, the dogs are pulled aside and quietened. The servant bids him enter.

Anyone this brave or foolish must be of evil intent and must be welcomed as if they are trusted. For in this trust is the advantage. In this welcome is the death of the enemy. Step forward in false hope stranger.

“A horn of mead awaits you, come drink of it.”

There tall in the cold is the shimmer of light, the whiteness of the gown, the brightness of the beauty. Freyr’s heart feelings are understood. This is Gerd.

She fears this is her brother’s murderer who comes to usurp her. She also fears the unknown and must know how this creature came here. Who can ride through the ice-flame unbidden? How could any being do so? Is this elf magic? Is this a God I see before me? She contemplates and must know.

It is known only that he passed for he came here and can be seen. There is power to show for now which is enough. Eleven apples, eleven of the golden apples, eleven of the apples of life. Do you even know what these are for they are the apples of life, eleven of them.

These she can have but she must make agreement. To love a God, to love the Sun God! Yes Freyr is waiting for her word and would be with her. He loves Gerd more than any being could imagine and would have her. Oh yes.

These are the apples of forever, forever, it is hers to have if she will have Freyr. Have him forever. Forever youthful. These are eleven of such apples. For her.

Never.

It is a good thing that she will not be bought, for this is a sign of a good heart. Yet how can her love be won, for death of the sun is at risk here.

Even a promise of endless youth together will not win her.

No matter how little she may live as a result of this, there is no buying her, she will not share a roof with the Sun Lord. Not even at the expense of forever. Let all existence perish at it may.

Here then is gold aplenty for you, the power of the funeral pyre returned, the power for the ancient dwarven races, the power of the old golds, bring Draupnir. Gold upon gold every nine days, every nine magical days shall it be multiplied none fold. Eight from the one. The one ring. Draupnir.

He lays the ring upon her belly. This is yours if you take him.

Never.

There is enough gold in the halls of the daughter of Gymir to last her, to do her, to keep her and more far more, There is enough gold here.

See this sword. This is the end of all time. The Ragnarok of Freyr. See already he dies in flames. This is the sword which would save him. This is the sword which may save us all. This is of the future of the nine worlds and it is given away. Death shall come from the want of love. That is the cost of the heart. There is nothing or there is love. There is nothing.

‘If you offer me death or the love of that God bring me death’, she said, ‘come cut off my head’.

The sword is laid to the floor but not in failure, in a last desperate attempt to win her love for Freyr, a last chance before he curses to endless torment in a death-like life ahead. The last chance is the laying down of the sword.

The sword which follows commands is bidden to rise up at the sight of Gymir Gerd’s father stepping to her halls, stepping in as she knows he will. Let this sword swing in, to slice through the father or her. To pierce his heart. To spot him from existing.

What will it be? Will it be death as an outcome? Or will it be agreement?

Even on the blood of her father she would die.

So it shall be, yet even worse than death is the curse. For this is the magical staff which rode the way through the iced flame. So powerful ice burn of a wall cannot stop it. Skirnir the shining one stopped off from his journey here to cut such a staff as this. Such a staff.

To the edge of heaven staring upon Hel’s gates you go, never to be spoken to or visited except by the vile, the disgusting and unspirited. On Eagles Hill. All is vileness though you must eat it, will be as foulness in your mouth, like deathly snakes down your throat. You shall be poisoned till the very sight of you makes blood run cold. Many-headed monsters will gape before they force themselves upon you. Corpses shall bring you horns of succour filled with bladder waters of the long dead. You must drink. No matter you rage and twist and turn in tormented tearfulness you will never ever escape. Double misery ever doubling, ever more every nine days doubling more. Crawl hopelessly among spiteful picking sprites, shake with sobs and grieve unloved; unlovely ever more.

Yes you Gerd I touch with this staff to teach and tame you. In the dark wood I walked, the dripping forest, this is such a branch and with it and all the wrath of Gods, with the power or written runes, with the power of the three songs,  I curse.

The curse I speak echoes loudly round the nine worlds, where giants tred this curse will fill their minds; there will never be love or joy again, in all Jotenheim, never again because of thoughts of your suffering. Endless it shall be.

I touch you with this curse.

Yet one last time he relents, and offers chance of live with love.

Gerd would rather take the curse and suffer endless so than be bought where love should lift and serve and empower through light. No mite of force or fear or dread will brength eb=thing called love.

She embraces suffering instead.

Before she goes however, she will meet this God. In the one condition that her father is freed from the curse of the sword and live. She will meet this God Freyr and tell him so, she will tell him how no force can make her love, she will tell him he would rather suffer the curse which has been heard around the nine worlds than pretend to love.

I shall walk to meet him, the nine day walk, I shall meet him, then bring Hrimgrimnir in shroud of frost to press upon me. Bring all your endless curse.

Barri would be the place the place of the barley, the fruit which brings the plenty, where we know we shall feast on the early growing of the spring in the form of ale brewed out of excess of everything. Filled we are with plenty when we know we can brew beer. Yet the barley is the first to grow. In this field of beauty she will be met by him before she goes to dwell above Hel.

How Skirnir rides, how Gods all stand in pensive hope. They have heard the curse and they are awaiting the meeting. Out steps Freyr.

Ready to journey. And down he strides towards the field of barley.

The woman who is the winter field the shining light of reflection reflects now. The gleaming shining one the Lord of the Sun he steps towards her. He brings one thing. He brings his love. It is enough. See how she glows with the glimmer of the sunlight upon her. This is spring and life shall love again. One look at him it melts her heart and she must have him. This is love. An impossible love made true. He loves her and she loves him so all the curses melt way and we all can live in a new day. For this is love.

Every year shall turn again to turn to the new one and on and on.

All for the love of Gerd.

 

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #2 Earth

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #3 Night

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #4 Augelmir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #7 Vili

Norse Gods and Goddesse Prose Poems – #8 Ve

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #9 Siv

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #12 the Hyndla Lay

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #14 All for the Love of Gerd

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #21 Iðun’s Apples

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #27 Huggin and Munin

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #28 Loki’s Salmon

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #29 Loki

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #30 Loki’s Monsters

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #31 Týr

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #32 Lay of Hymir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #33 Wisdom Pool Wonder

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #35 The Power of the Runes

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #36 The Poetry Mead

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

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