Gandalf Greyhame, Armed with enchanted Elvish wand-staff, Glowing Glamdring king-blade, And wisest wits of wizard-kind. Mithrandir, wanderer on […]

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Oh dear Frigg, Oðinn wife,
Bold Baldr and blind Höðr mother,
Are you wise Wodan’s first wife
Or his second?
You’re a mother and you’re of the Earth,
Are you Móðir Jorð, thunder mother?
Are are you lady Freyja, Óðr wife,
Njörðr daughter, Freyr sister,
Mother of treasured daughters,
Hnoss and Gersemi,
Keeper of Fólkvangr field,
Where dwell the half of the honored dead
That don’t belong to Oðinn?

Beloved Æsir Queen, Vanir princess,
Did Wōđanaz wed you to seal the peace?
Did he love you as an
Alföðr loves his Jorð Móðir?
Did his eye see you for who you are?

2/28/17

Níu Heimar, Nine homes,
Nine Worlds the Universe is made.
Through the center Yggdrasil,
The cosmic backbone grows.

At the start there was only
Muspelheim, Niflheim
And the gap in between
Muspelheim, home of world wrecker
Surtr and his Eldjötnar,
Fire giants living in volcanic furnaces
Waiting to break Bifröst to bits.

Icy Niflheim, mist-home,
World of dim darkness and fog
Surrounding Hvergelmir,
Bountiful bubbling spring
—filled by dew drops from the rack
of EikÞyrnir, Valhallan stag—
Where lives Níðhǫggr malice-striker;
From where Elivágar flows,
Feeding the rivers of the worlds.