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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Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #13 Freyr

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Freyr

“Oh, proud and upstanding one, Freyr” All thralls say, “Thank you my wife seems happy but please let the boar increase the happiness of the sows” No wonder men build shrines and maidens find secret places. Follow Freyr to the forbidden.

Born of Earth

Born of Earth so long long ago

He is reborn anew upon joining the Aesir

Cutting his teeth on his own rules

 

See how everything grows below

Look up to him for encouragement

Plant seeds in his honour

 

For he resides in the light now

Among elves in Alfheim; they dance for him

Gullvieg’s magic plays within him

Njord born the Vanir are his essence

 

Fertility-finder. Growth-spurter. You want him

This is your God of plenty

Be thankful

Be plentiful

 

Freyr Place

Let the sun shine at his word

Let the rain fall at his whim

Bring forth fruitfulness

We step into dell-home

To dingle

To springform

We dress and we decorate

For you God

Be plentiful

 

These are the shrines and the spaces

They are still here for to find them

Freyr-home nature places

Walk and sense for to find them

 

Forest temple

Worshipful meadow

Flowerbed heartland

Still centre sanctuary

 

See pool rings and seed fly

Here sounds of being surrounded by beauty

Watch as wings flutter by

Feel the sap rise

Be at one with your body

 

Throne View

Yet peace bringer is reckless

These are his own rules

He goes where he dare

As Freyr goes, you go

Decide what is right and go live there

In your heart’s centre

 

At times he will appear as a child

Be childlike and wild

Let not this fool you

It is part of the ancientness

 

This is peace and plenty

For all prosperity

Let livestock grow wild and free

Multiplying resultantly

This is of birth and of prospering

As all of this earth increases

So does your legacy

Feed, refresh and be remembered

Heartily

 

Boat Birth

As the boat has a birth shape

So does it symbolise

There where we came from

Where we are wishing for

 

We are born

We go to die

We are born

We

 

All of the gods can go sail with him

Force-bringer

Skidbladnir-sailor

Rocking waters will part for him

As ancient waters break

Into the breaking waters we flow from the birth-shape of the ship

 

The sail is hoisted and the breeze comes

The sail is hoisted and the breeze comes

Such is his way

The sail is hoisted and the breeze comes

 

Promise Spurt

All of this promise is within

As the seed waits

As the root sleeps

And the fish swirl

So is it all there to unfurl

 

As gold-bristled boar Gullinbursti was forged for him

So dwarves Brokk and Eitri celebrated strong gifts

In his heart is a warrior, stronger for being slow to rouse

In his loin the boar, it is charging

 

Kindred of gleaming surrounded by shining

He melted the ice-heart of the most illuminated

 

Bring Births

Lord of the sun, of the rain, of the harvests,

He is the bringer of births

Bathe in the rays of his sunshine

 

Yet forever be noble

Take not by force ever

Let all come to you

Through your kindness

Through your strength of what is righteous

Nothing so wilful so heartfelt can be wrong

 

For he would face even the fiery sons of Muspell

Giants of flame beset him

He will let it all be

For the sake of love

A gift given fairly from the heart

Rather to suffer in fairness

Than to burn in rage

What is done is done, and

What is done is right

 

Barley Byggvir, Skirnir the shining one

Such spirits rejoice him

Surround him, support him

As the crops return bounteous

With the rising of the sun

 

 

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 Goddesses Prose Poems – #5 Heimdall  

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #6 Eir

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #7 Vili

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #8 Ve

Norse Gods and Goddesses 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 – #12 The Hyndla Lay

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #12 The Hyndla Lay

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 Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Design.

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The Hyndla Lay

I who cry amber tears call to you my sister in your cave here, my sister of witchcraft or magic, my kindred, of knowledge. We have so much to share my beautiful sister, awaken for me, awaken and share.

You are in there, for your snores are like growling and your yawns like the bitch dog, do you howl at the moon in there when we could ride together?

I ride here on the beautiful boar of my sky riding to be here.

“It is your lover, it is human man Ottar, do not deny it. You shape shifter witch-crafter, usurper of lovers.”

I come. So we can win the All-father’s favour. I come to you. Together. We shall weather the trials and be there my sister. This, this is not Ottar, the Dwarves made me this. This bristling boar here is magical, glowing and dazzling and made for me.

“And then made into Ottar-form, so you can call him and ride him whenever you have a whim. It is Ottar, I smell him.”

I come here in good favour.

“You leap at night like Heidrun who goat loves. You collide with the soft and the hard and the readiness of it all. You love and you love and you leap so often.

I shall wrangle, I shall wheedle, cajole, and, at the last, I shall threaten.

You deny the gleaming one, I rise in stature and I proclaim. I who shall change in shape to gall you, who could have gifted so brightly.

I demand. I demand in flames. In searing flames. See how you doll-like lift from your solemn cave, let all dampness fly from you. For you are aflame. I encircle you!

Do not deny the gleaming witch.

You are girdled with flames.

“Ottar will prosper!” “Ottar will prosper!”

You yield Hyndla and I release you from my flames

You who could have been my sister.

I release you to your cave.

Free from flames.

You who could have been.

 

 

 

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 – #11 Frejya

 Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #11 Frejya

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 Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Freyja

The gleaming gliding one is too bright and too beautiful to look upon. Be dazzled by Freyja.

Tears of self-sorrow, ever joy-seeking, ever filled with passions and yearnings. For longing all-wished-for, come love her. She will have you; see she floats above the meadow flowers towards you.

 

Oceans of Tears

She who cried amber tears filled the seas with them

Knowing it is possible to be forever broken and to survive

To have lost and to laugh again

Passions they rise in one

Fires they smoulder no matter the boulders we must move

Long ago lover hat time is now over and others are calling to us

Calling they are waving and hoping and smiling

Let us love

Giver of Golden Magic

Daughter of Njord

We hear of her

After we hear of a shamaness

Gullvieg

She came here from them

She too is a gleaming one

They give of their magic

Wands and gold

Wands and gold

Mother and daughter

 

Falcon-skin Flyer

Witches go underworld

In the spirit shape of an animal

After dancing in a feather-skin

Falcon in mind’s eye

Spirit in the direction

Witch in the heart

Dive deep for messaging

Lessons yes

Gatherings

Witch places

Be shaman

Be seeress

Be shape-change

Dive deep dark

Witch-calling

Take the form of a bird

For to fly to the underworlds

The place of all witches in the land of death

Speak with dead kindred

Be a mistress of magic, of witchcraft

Returning with precious prophesies

Sharing knowledge and destinies

Let no legend survive

Be secret as a seer

Pure Volva

 

Goddess Seats

There were twelve sit with High Frigg

Freyja was of this twelve

She is rounded in myth and in record

She is the one in our memories

Recollected

She is the important one for us

A full story

We know her

Of the two twelves

All were equal then

Goddess and God twelve

Highs seats they see us

It is Frejya we look up to

Vanir Invader

Did that Odin in disguise

Visit old gods

Did he seek out Gullveig’s daughter

Become Od

And then be with her

Breaking her heart all those years

Did the All-father cause

Amber tears?

 

Married for a Moment

Skip about like a nanny goat

In the shadows of night

Ever gleaming

Life with love

Be active

Giants might lust for her

Cave witches envy her

Eager dwarves craft for her

The goddess of love is

Free to take actions anytime

This is what she is

Your view is your view

Her will is hers

Warrior Woman

When war comes

Call the chariot

Wild cats are flying her

It breaks her heart to be unjust

Odin he forces her

Fair if she can be

She rides over each field

“Come die for me, die for me”

Freyja rallies the good heart

Death is her blessing

And love is in her halls

Fight for her

 

Brisling Beauty

If you wish for anything

Wish for the Sun

and the Moon

and the very sky to be yours

But also you might wish for Freyja

More beautiful than anyone

More beautiful even than Frigg, Balder, or

Nanna, Siv or Eir

Threads in her dress

Bangles and brooches

Amulets, ring and ankle-pieces

It is too much to look at her

Only Odin

has strength to look at such beauty

She glitters and flashes

As does her beauty

Even her tears are gold

And the necklace…

The necklace…

The necklace

 

 

I Menglad Gullveigsdottir

I who went bald without Idun

I thank the long dead of Brisinga

I have skin

Skins

Wands

And gleaming

If ever you shall ungleam me,

Oh how the walls shall shudder

Gold-studded benches starting from the floor

My necklace even shall burst

Challenge me not

Burst

Like Heimdall does, go champion I

By Gullveig my mother-soul

By the power of the Brisinga tribe

‘Bring that fire’

Engulf me

I am the ancient

I am the Mother

Goddess of love and death

 

The wish that Freyja never wished to wish

By the clip of this clasp bring

New life to the corpses

Let each man rip each other to pieces

Pieces bring

Clasp them together

To unite and fight

Those pieces

 

 

The Menglad Destiny

Odin forced me

As no man or God should force

Loki wished it

Odin usurped it

For they are dark

 

From folk-field Folkvang

The rainbow trembled and danced

In the dark dawn

As hips swayed

As I floated

 

Those crafters called me

I knew the way

So did Loki

He followed

And learned

 

Oh

 

A choker of gold incised with wondrous patterns

Fluid metal twisting, weaving and writhing

Tribes who died are embedded here

 

Dwarves fashioned from magic

Embrace the tragic

For I can rise high with Brisingamen

 

Death wars inveigled into gold

 

As daughters and serving maidens sleep

I return so powerful to halls of folk

 

I shall keep this

The Menglad

The neck weapon

The gleaming

The Brisingamen

 

For I paid high

 

 

 

 

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 – #10 Hænir

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #10 Hænir

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 Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Hænir

Men, even we turn for Hænir’s handsomeness. Women even more so

These are the legs, this is the jaw, yet this sadly is the intellect.

Hey, everything else is in place, embrace him our future leader.

He brings the fire.

In the heart-loin

Being is more important than choice

Thinking can hang fore a bit

Live it

Travel with him, in the simple

Bestie of the best he will follow on for them

Odin-successor – world end survivor

Leave all the thinking hard till we go to war

That is what anguish and strategy are for

Peace is for living and clinging to

Swords sleep like this…

Swords sweep like this…

Is there a choice to make?

Ox-cooker, Fire-maker, Odin-brother

Salmon-eater, World-traveller, Doubter

At your side

Until the very end

Until after the end

He will hold the wand and foretell

Be at peace and talk,

Share memories,

Everywhere there are treasures,

Gaze in wonder,

If war is the only way we will think well, act wise

Until then

Rise again in Gimli,

Be rooved in gold, be at peace,

Simply

 

 

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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