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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The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of Faerie – First Draft

The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of the Realms of Faerie – this magical collaboration is slowly building towards becoming a publication and will feature these words below with the marvellous artwork of New York-based artist and designer Toni DB. For this first edition you will need to content yourselves with my illustrative scribbles which are in here for fun and to help get the process started. Toni’s illustrations will be appearing increasingly in future drafts as I blog the piece in a few stages of development so you will be able to experience the growth towards being ready for a publisher’s consideration. Wish us well on this exciting adventure.

Please support us by veiwing, liking and most of all sharing wherever you feel it will be appreciated.

 

The Little Isle

Let Snowdrop Fairy flutter,01

A crumbling pixy utter,02

Does no one now believe?

No one now believe

 

Rock troll in mountain melds04

Where elf-lore was upheld03

No longer real belief

Oh, you who once believed

 

Bumbling Hobb is sadly gone005

Where Titania is frowned upon006

Doubters scoff belief

Where doubters scoff belief

 

The fabled ancients say,045

As tall tree people sway,044

You no longer believe

No longer believe

 

Jackie Paper blows007

With Samwise to goodness knows008

The land of disbelieve

Land of disbelieve

 

Eritrea altered course010

White waves leaping horse011

Die as you disbelieve

As you so disbelieve

 

Will o the wisp will splutter,009

Wish Fairy dying stutter,018

Death of belief

Death I believe

 

Dragon-heart,019 Camelot,020 clover021

Flower-painter,012 cobbler,013 prince;014 all over049

In doubt you lost belief

All gone, oh yes, believe

 

Sleepy hill022 or hidden meadow023

Timeless tower024 or treasured bower025

Forgotten to believe

Too modern to believe045

 

The turn of page,026 the nod of dream032

The whirl of pool,031 the trickster’s scheme033

Are all beyond belief

Belief beyond we leave045

 

Let dandelion fly,027 or white fluff sail028

Let all cream curdle,029 each story fail030

Die without you; disbelieve

You do not now believe

 

No stones open,034 no princess dance035

A swan is just a swan,036 a frog will not advance037b

A foolish past believe037a

They used to all believe047

 

Go sweep the moon,038 go skip the primrose039

Smash the tooth,040 the lost morose017

Forget all once believed

To dwindle we believe035

Dwindle we believe009

Dwindledwindle box

 

For those of you still wishing015

The fey are all diminishing017

No matter how you weaveknot dragon to wash

No matter how you weaveknot to wash.jpg

 

Or does a little glimmer stubbornsea four castle

Provide a tiny isle to live on046

In the way that you perceive?016

In the way that you perceivesea four oh and a cloud

 

So still the faerie weaveweave box

In the way that you believe

In the way that you believe

Believebelieve box

 

Say, faerie live today

In the way that I believe

In the way that I believe

The way

I believei believe box

 

 

 

Adrian Spendlow

 

Toni; the images are just to fill the spaces for now, I don’t expect they will inspire too often. One thing I realise I have not been too good at is the ‘recipient’; like I’ve done someone blowing the dandelion but not having the dream or looking disbelieving or imagining the white horse etc.

I have very little idea as yet on page layout or font type or font integration.

 

Footnote: I have been a year thinking of a suitable tale to match the magical work which is to come; I am tremendously excited and fittingly thrilled.

 

 

 

Norse Gods and Goddesses Prose Poems – #1 Thor

 Norse Gods and Goddess Prose Poems – #1 Thor

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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Thor

Thunder hammerer laughs as lightning floods from forelock blasting rock, ice and fire; elements of those enormous ones who he shall shock

This red head of his has dazzling flash; in his eyes you will quale and fall

 

Thorsday’s child Thor Odinsson God of order

And as a child he slew giants. With Mjolnir now he slays many more

Ever-returner ever strikes

Even Hymir’s many-headed monsters die at a distance

before their masses even approach

Call for his strength,

he who could catch and grapple Jormungand

Invoke Thor in name of law and stability

What is right is right

Be noble, he champions you

Farm free, be poetic, rise as a warrior and rule royally

Thor is here for you

Feed him he laughs as he troughs, whole hogs and vast barrels

He can roar a red rage and calm to laugh in an instant

Quick tempered, quick to calm, quick to laugh, quick!

Above all quick

It might possibly be said he’s a bit slow on the uptake

But it will only be said once.

Depend on his strength; the greatest of the Gods

The greatest of the Gods
See him stand central of Freyr and Odin in Uppsala

Greatest

Call on him,

Call on his hammer

He can bless your bonding with his dwarf-forged weapon

Your bonding, your birth, your pastures, your union

Thundering coming, laughing and racing, he storms above us

Chariot wheels and humming rumbling hammer

Thor has the weather at hand

In control as he can

Yet he is in chaos as the whetstone man

Lightning-head fires out sending weather elements everywhere

Call for fair weather if you are fair

Strong winds if you fly to be righteous aid

Thor bring us fruits of the earth

Brings the acorn for our livestock

Cross this God and even a look from his eye will cause you to quail

Thor the hunter, wide-wanderer says what he sees

Protecting his bride and his snow-white daughter

Seeking out the nine hundred headed with his hammer

Protect by striding outward

Live in good order, grow from the earth,

catch from the waters,

defend the weak and the righteous

Be Thor

 

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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Adrian Spendlow Magazine Edition

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Adrian Spendlow Magazine Edition

Snappy chat, looking back at the recent past, punchy parts, highlights and future happenings.

I will try to be light, I would like to be light for this is a time of tears; far too many tears. If we can try to spread love, be fair but resolute in justice, if we can embrace the lost and the forever injured. Cry those tears yes, as we look up for rainbows through the glistening. I wish to bathe the world in glorious light.

That being said, I am a right grump and a grumbler. You know what I say, ‘Things were different before the changes.’ Think about it and know it’s true.

So it must be time for a visit to OldMan Comics…northern bit.jpgthingsblessing the worldbelly.jpgfayre tradeWell I guess it is time I grabbed some elephant tusks.ivory 01Not that I really need any ivory or anythingivory 01 flipped

But soon there won’t be any elephants leftivory 02Now Britain has legalised the import of Ivory you got to grab it while you can

 

local news

I am getting used to the idea of local small town news. I had experience of it before I came here to live. Yonks back I said to a musician friend how the guy from the Scarborough paper loved my stuff, how he was really encouraging and used everything I sent him. Nah, said Dave, he is just desperate for stuff to fill the paper with.

When mum and dad first moved here we were taken with the headlines….

cat lost

Then the letters pages was filled with concern, wishing Esmie Smethick lots of love and luck with finding her cat.

Then the astounding headline.cat found.jpg

How pleased everyone in the letters page was.

 

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One highlight of recent weeks has been my feature on Quay Street here in Scarborough here in the vacinity of this laptop in fact. Local history from the rich word of mouth of locals.

This was the quay. Step across from our step and there is the Three Mariners Inn, and there is the harbour wall, the old harbour wall. The first of a few built as the land builds up here, (I think this is where everywhere else’s errosion turns up). As buildings on that side of the street are reworked there is the harbour. All around it are dug up limpet shells discarded from the top of the wall by long long ago fishermen.

No. 1 Salmon Steps, (the only house on Salmon Steps), was built circa 1780 so perhaps salmon were caught using limpets???

Quay Street the blog has proved immensely popular, not just as local history but around the world as interest is peeked in fishing, shipping and sea rescues.

There is a link at the foot of the page – go enjoy.

 

Which leads on nicely to Seafest.

I will be storytelling on West Pier Saturday and Sunday (22nd and 23rd July) 12 and 2 then moving on to things all a bit more grown up…

Seafest 2017 presents

of Soldiers and Sailors and things a bit fishy’ – A fascinating show

By storyteller Adrian Spendlow

For members and visitors of the (newly reopened) Royal British Legion Ex-Service People’s Social Club, Bar Street, Scarborough.

Sunday 23rd July 5 till 7 Admission free with charitable activities.

Tales of daring, endurance, superstition, adventure, personal experience and amazing history.

Long tails, Britain invaded, North Sea rescues, Victory by Butterfly, Strangeness in Scarborough and much much more.

Bob is Gramey

At last we can reveal the true identity of Bob, the companion of OldMan, yes he really in real life is; Gramey. Except Gramey isn’t called Gramey anymore because he says he doesn’t like it. so we still have no idea who he is.colour 04

Anyway, Gra and I have been working on a York Stars project empowering people through the arts.

As part of that we wrote I know someone who poems. This is the one I did.

I know someone who had spikey blue hair

I know someone who has a secret identity

I know someone who drinks sharks fin tea

I know someone who changed his name to be in a band

I know someone who has biscuit days, vegetable days and pie days

I know someone who watches blue bars

I know someone who cooks mushrooms all soggy

I know someone who records birds sounds to upset people

I know someone who likes Boney M

And that person is Gramey Smith

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At last the shopkeepers secret is revealed, enter the world of tiny things in the link at the foot to discover mighty (but miniature) revalations in this newly updated blog post.both

Stephen Fry was right.

And it might even be quite interesting too. A banana is a berry! A strawberry isnt a berry because the seeds are on the outside. A plum isnt a berry because it only has a stone or just one seed which doesn’t count and it hasnt got a shell. A berry has an outer shell (the skin) and contains seeds. So here at last, by random chance is the proof. All I did was bite. The banana did the splitting into three seeds all on its own. It sometimes happens; if you left a narna to dry there would be the three seeds. Here they are in full clarity…..

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Ales and Tales

I have produced two book length blogs over the last month or so. There is the collection of Skaldic writings I have written for my chieftain Georg, which are linked to below. There are also the results of the best job I ever had. It is often quite good to be paid to tell stories in pubs, it is even better to be paid to drink beer and listen to other people’s stories. What amazing stories they were. You don’t tell people in York pubs what to talk about, you sit and you listen, and you listen good.

(See below)

And the First Stage of a Publication0046 scooped

A mass of research has gone into this forthcoming online Graphic Novel: Doom of Zeus. The gripping tale of Earth Mother’s creatron of the monstrous revenger Typhon. It sounds like I made it up. Given that I researched the whole thing while in hospital having a major operartion and being filled with morphine, perhaps I did. These Greek myths though, you can’t make them up, they did that already!!

Follow the link below to the first draft of the G.N. D of Z. There are also links there to the individual stories of gods and goddesses I developed during the course of the research. Athene, Pan, the Fates and Hermes the Babe are in there.

Yes I was on a lot of morphine at the time. I recall shelves full of nightshirts rippling along. Strange apperatus seemed to dangle from the sky. The whole room was repeating my conversations about the head of Buddha.

I was aware for most of the time that this was all drug induced, and didn’t lose insight, well not that often, I did really believe the nurses were dancing though. The night staff that is, I saw them in the distance in silhouette having whispered meetings, then in my mind, they broke into competative disco routines, then went back to the meetings. At one point they broke off from a serious debate to have a go at a demonstration of the ministry of silly walks.

When the drugs were wearing off I described these illusions to one of the night staff and he said, ‘Ah yes, we do do that’.

Strangest though. During the research for Hermes I was listing interesting observations I was gathering from Robert Graves Greek Myths and I found a strange thing listed in my notes. At some point among such as Hermes had golden sandals there in the midst was, ‘Hermes was a taxi driver who delivered bendy ferret.’

Luckilly it didn’t make it into the final blog (I think).

 

Luke says, – “My Dad is publishing a graphic novel, this is the first draft. It’s still awaiting the artwork so he’s contributed his own, temporary mini-masterpieces.

His style is pretty unique as it is but add to the fact he did a lot of it off his nut on painkillers makes it something special! – He’s still waiting for the artist so the first draft features his own illustrations and his artistic style is… unconventional.

They make a dramatic and terrifying tale oddly hilarious.

Please have a look, he worked on the majority of it in hospital having cancer cut out and was on heavy medication for the majority of the time so it’s quite trippy in places!” Typhon Doom-slayer

Also:-

Athene

Hermes

The FatesThe Fates

Pan

Quay Street, Scarborough

OldMan Comics

Skaldic book

The Cheiftains Door

Of the Cheiftain’s Door ‘Sharon’ says this, “This is very powerful – challenging – and beautiful. Love your words from within and beyond.”

The World of Tiny Things

Ales and Tales

And a few poems

Oh, and another book length one almost; my guide to Living History for Reenactors

 

over backwardsOh, alright, if I have ever upset you, which is quite likely, I am hereby crawling on my belly