Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #29 Loki

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #29 Loki

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

Loki

 

Shape-shifter’s little tricks, he giggles, led to laughter, much mirth led to anger, bitterness fired onwards, onwards to the very end of us. He is smited and will not be broken. Die all of you as he laughs, ‘What a party! Good times to die for.’ Loki of mischief madness has spoken.

The Stark Babe

 

What a birth, in the madness. This is the iron wood of pure steel, these trees are impossible, like thorns. There was the lightning, the storm, and there was the birth. Baby to a giant, she dies there. Lightning struck her as her baby was born. This stark babe who is born to end worlds. Son of Cruel Striker, he left there. Shape-changer. He should be dead, but his shape changed. We will never know but chrisilid, may fly, succubus, something that survived. It climbed.

There was Asgard. And it walked in unnoticed and proclaimed to belong. To entertain.

Perhaps he Laughed

 

Mischievous at first – he entertained. Oh the fun, and the adventure. They travelled together. The one who would be for the future, the handsome one Hænir and the All-father and he. Oh the joy to be.

Now as a god he could go where he pleased and become who he wished.

Cutting the hair was a mistake of a trick which he did. Abducting of Iðun he never meant really, saving his master from a murderer, he did things. Insults are something. He never meant harm to the Gods, to the Worlds, to the humans, to the future, he never meant to get to be as bad as he was.

In the end, he meant to kill Balder, he went from there to the end of the world.  He meant it when he destroyed worlds. Perhaps he is laughing still.

Fly Loki Fly

 

No ride with this, go with him, fly with Loki. Join that dream. For he rose high, storming wild on a huge rising ship full of fearfulness. He flew there as leader. To victory. To death. To the end. Nothing he hated survived. Go with that. Thrive.

Long had his daughter worked for this; building his ship. Dead bits she lingered. She fingered the placing of them until the right moment. He called for her. He stood there at the helm of the ship of his daughter. His army stepped forward; rock, ice, fire, death – yes.

Loki wins.

 

 

Follow Loki

 

Worship him. The evil old woman. Giantess. Abductor. Whisperer to the blind. Go with his way with a jolly laugh. Follow him. You are of his kind.

 

 

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 – #26 Odin

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Óðin

 

In Gold helm and mead-in-hand how he laughs at your struggle fighter. Be brave in front of him, Óðin One-eye All-father shall call upon you. Giant of a magician he rose up in power to be older than all which came before. He sees everything about you.

Ever Now

 

Read on if you want to be horrified, hesitate if you wish to admire him. Óðin who was not even a God. He who was born later than many Gods. All-Father. He who was Treasure-seeker. This is the power that captured all powers who failed in the end for he foresaw that end and knew he had failed us. There was nothing he could do but die. This is the very whisperer who returned as a song. A love song.

Nothing Ends

 

Yes, his very runes and songs live on and they bring peace and plenty. They make wishes of you that you yearn to wish for. Hear not after his death; his resurrection, the songs of a warrior. There is warmth and healing here and there is little else in the end.

Foreseen

 

Vili and Ve marched with him as he set the boundaries and threw the stars. They will have been with him as he climbed the great tree.

He looked around and pledged to build a city.

He knew there were powers out there and he wanted them. All wisdom would be his. He would gather and father and foster until he had a God-home here. In the walls he calls Asgard are all of the treasures a God needs.

Apples, and golden hair, high seats and spears, Ravens and far-seeing ones and seeresses of great magic, in his head are the runes and the wisdom and the songs. Words are more powerful than magical things it would seem. He had it all. And the powerful ones to follow him.

He had the gift of foresight and foresaw the end. There was nothing he could do in the end. At the end.

Rune. Song. Word.

 

A troublesome being he adopted saw to it and twisted everything.

No matter though. Worlds end. All nine worlds end. The God who has one eye he will rise again. In song. In his songs and his brothers, but most of all in song. For he gained the runes of healing and safety and prosperity and peace. They are his.

Call on him. Ask for them from him. Worship for them if you will. For he is the All-father of the tomorrow and we sing what he gathered as magic.

Rune. Song. Word.

Strong Will Be Here

 

He started us before he climbed, he and his brothers. He watched us and became our God of Battle. Twisting and shaping at whim. For we are only down here to go to him. Live to die. Live to fight. Live to die in his Valhalla for we will walk again and fight anew at Ragnarok. Gird well my friends for you are measured in the eye. The one eye.

Valkyries bring and he watches. For he sits with Saga at the pool and long sees the reflection of the wolf that chases the moon in ripples there as he drinks and thinks and ponders what he has seen.

Here at Sokkvabekk; sinking floor, with Saga here, bring drink in golden goblets ever more.

Bring fighters for me now. Let them adorn themselves and harmless fight yet feel the pain. For they will at last live again and I must see what strength they still attain.

Entertain me he thinks and it is so. For Bragi poet brings for him the famed, the leader and the poet. The strong will be here.

Among Us

 

Be a seer like a shaman, send out your spirit. Ride in shapes or on Sleipnir. It is an ongoing fun and a way of being alive to ride high. He sees everything and still wishes to be surprised. Was a woman one moment, so Loki says. As an evil doer, a usurper, as a burning victim of a wife’s won argument. He rides and he flies, at a whim.

When all of the drama it ends and he can see the end, he may well be glad of the end, for there is no more than being everything, and once done everything, why go for more.

He rose high as a song; a whispered song.

His Being

 

In the meantime he has a spear. Gungnir, it starts wars, it spreads fear. It can be lent to a leader to turn things for him. It can be thrown at an interloper. Óðin laughs to think of his spear.

His wide-brimmed hat and his fine blue cloak.

His being a serpent.

His self-sacrifice.

Oh Yggdrasill of two words, ‘terrible one’ and ‘horse’ – Óðin is terrible yes and you tree are the horse he rides.

He hung on a tree, he suffered a spear, he plucked out an eye, he laid on a fire, he searched long and wide, he looked and he saw; he saw death in the end.

Ah those ravens of beauty how lovely, so faithful.

He lives in the land of the slain in contention to her who lives in the land of the slain. He is Óðin.

Yes, Valhalla is near, it is vast and gold-bright, and each day he chooses from the slain.

Then we feast.

He Who…

 

He who would Blood Eagle, he who succeeds without Iðun, who would favour one dwarf brother over another, he who loves poetry, he who throws eyes to the nightsky, he who gives laughter, he who Fenrir shall swallow, he who grieves for ever for Balder, he who summons berserkers at need, he who will ride again, he who whispered, he mixed blood with Loki..

Loki gave him a horse that could travel to Hel and back, think on that.

Nine be the number of songs, twice times nine be the number of runes, nine be the nights, nine be the ride to the underworld, nine be the rings, nine.

Hel visitor. Raised Angraboda. Caused war and the ripping of flesh at a whim to make Freyja the Goddess of Death.

He who was Od.

Never Trust

 

Never trust the words of a woman they change with the moon

Men; the fairer our words the falser our thoughts

Óðin Borsson

Cargo God

 

Born of Bor, born of Buri, born of ice and Audumla; Ice Giant.

As Fjolsvid – wide wisdom – Óðin built the hall Gastropnir from the very limbs of a giant.

Cargo god.

Bearded Harbard had five winters on the Isle of Algron.

Óðin he enticed Nightriders from their mounts!!!!! For Nightmare rode then as she does now.

Leave Gold-helm a clump for his horse when you harvest and sing of him as you always have.

This is the god that hurls serpents, bets heads, listens to chanters stool visitors, visits uncles, blesses heads, drinks from springs, listens, talks to the dead, drinks only wine, leads all to Vigrid with golden helm and shining corselet.

He knows it is time to die.

 

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 – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #23 Máni

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Máni

 

 

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

 

Spark of Muspell Máni fly bringing Whirling Wheel wildness in the night when full. Dark-light fills with moments that bring birth of dawn later. Be glad of the party spirit of the moon. Think of Moon if ever you have lost your way and senses, it is his doing!

 

Spark of Muspell Máni Mundilfarisson – Moon

 

 

Thus is the wildness of the pull of the sky, of Rapid Traveller, Gleaming. Know when he sails here, know when he ebbs and know when he grows

Walkers near the Well of Bygir prepare to be plucked to join him on the night travel. For you are Bil Vidfinnsdottir and Hjuki Vidfinnsson who ride the night stars racing so.

For he nears and you are of his will. When sadness comes, when all turns to delightful melancholy, rages and madness and joy and passion. Moon flies. Tides turn as you turn. Never despair simply ride with the madness for one the wolf Hati; Hati Hrodvitnirson will catch up with the moon and all will die. Live now, in the night-time and the wildness of no tomorrows, laugh as you dance for the tides are turning for you whether it is light or dark or spring or autumn. Time-teller Crime-spiller. Prepare to dive or fly at moon-whim

 

 

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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A Bitter-sweet Bereavement Poem

A Bitter-sweet Bereavement Poem

 

We’ve come to terms with this

It is alright

We’ve had plenty of notice

We’ve come to terms

And are calm

We are ordinary

Back to normal

We have nice memories

Come to terms

Don’t look at us

This is what you expect

They are now dead

And we are here

It is fine

And expected

Expected,

is how we are acting

They are dead

 

We have come to terms with this

 

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

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

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Iðun’s Apples

 

“Let us have another adventure!” “Let’s be humans again and travel off away in Midgard.” Oðin and Hænir readily agreed and off they went. Again as it was with Oðin he was shocked to feel the pain of hunger and wondered what could be done. “If you light a fire I will soon return with food, Hænir come with me,” called Loki.

When they returned Hænir was struggling to carry a huge Oxen. Oðin placed it upon a spit and they sat and watched it cook. They sat and watched it cook. They sat and watched it cook. “It isn’t cooking” “It is just as raw as it was before.”

“Something is working against us.”

“Something up here.”

Above upon a branch sits a great eagle, far too big to be believed.

“Let me eat my fill and all the meat will be cooked.”

As soon as they agreed the eagle swooped and took the lot.

Loki was enraged and leapt upon the huge creature with a great branch to strike upon its back. The branch struck, it stuck in his hand, the eagle flew, he took Loki hanging behind. How Loki squealed. The eagle gave him quite a ride, dragging him through tree tops. Scraping him along the ground. Across the glacier. Till Loki wild with agony had hardly any skin upon his back and knees. ”You will help me or I will not let you go.” “I promise; I will do anything.” “Bring me the beautiful Iðun and her powerful apples.” “This I cannot do.” The eagle dragged him over rocks, over glacier, through the trees, the rocky ground. “I will do anything. I will do this thing you ask. I promise.”

Within the week the orchard garden had a visitor. “Iðun, beautiful, Iðun you would never believe what I have seen. Come with me, come with me. Golden apples just like these. Golden apples on a tree. Ooooo bring these.” So Iðun went with him. The eagle swooped and had her. Took her with her apples to his immense castle. Yes this was Thiazi, mighty giant.

 

Oh how the Gods would suffer. In no time at all they crumbled, bumbled, mumbled, stumbled. Muttering they cluttered up the place in their old age. As memory faded Oðin wondered who it was who was missing.

Someone remembered the beauty of Iðun.

Someone remembered the beauty of Frejya, “She has gone.”

“No I am here,” said a bald old lady in the corner.

“There was another one though. A trickster one.” “Where is he?”

They found Loki, found him sleeping, tied him, bound him. “Bring her back to us!” Frejya stripped off her gown of feathers, “Fly as falcon Trickster One, and bring her back to us.” It was easy, Thiazi and his daughter Skaði had gone fishing. He landed, cast a spell and Iðun was a nut. He popped her in his pocket. Put on his feathers and flew away safely. No. Thiazi came back. It is a long long way to Asgard and Eagles are faster than Falcon. Thank the gods for ravens, Oðin’s ravens saw and warned and all the gods build pyres of firewood. As Loki flew over and in the gods lit fires, bursting flames on the monstrous Giant in his eagle form. He fell down and stumbling old gods they fell upon.

Oh how they laughed to see Iðun back and handing round her apples.

 

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 – #20 Iðun

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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Iðun

 

Worth wanting. Want Iðun. Be born again. Her lover, her child, her follower. Go hope Apple-biter, be the Epli of her eye, you would shrivel without her.

 

She is carefree as the sun softly caresses her, wondering and pottering upon the garden slopes above her hall. Here she has her orchard. Many fruits and flowering things, powerful herbs, much grows in her garden here, you might wish for if you thought of her. This is the orchard however. This is the place of forever. She is the custodian of the golden. The golden apples of youth flourish within here.

Bragi has many lifetimes to compose poetry because of her. Her apple lovers last forever. Her husband rejoices to know her forever.

Just think of the power she can bring here. Fertility, prosperity, immortality in memory and fame can be claimed by the truthful who adore her. Skip now and laugh for she is here with you.

 

Be glad of her basket, be glad of her gladness and wellness and life. Go live at the very thought of her. Have hapless happy adventures. Be trusting as she is. For tricksters may make Gods fail and grow old. They may fool us the mortals, but vitality and youthful beauty will return to us eventually. Be trusting, be faithful to thoughts of joy. The open heart of youth cannot be downtrodden for long.

As with the Hesperides she is there for us there is reincarnation of spirit if we wish it, youthfulness and fertile vigour. Go dance with her. She made all the Gods glad. Brought them life and again life. All is afresh when she dances here.

Think of her as you garden. Think of her as you love.

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 – #19 Then Balder Was Dead

Then Balder Was Dead

A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.

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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 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 Goddesses Prose Poems – #15 Skaði

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #16 Njörð

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #17 Frigg

Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #18 Balder

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

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #20 Iðun

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

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #22 Sól

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #23 Máni

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #24 Rán

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #25 Hel

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #26 Óðin

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

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

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #29 Loki

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

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #31 Týr

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

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

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #34 Mimir

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

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

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #37 Kvasir

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