Poetry Blogs (Norse Mythology)
We both know he doesn’t love you.
Catching the venom meant for his eye,
silent even though he should cry
out in fury at your meddling.
Even the serpent laughs at you.
I’d think your body was through
even if your heart was still into
an idiot’s errand that no one would rue.
The end ...
Wednesday 2nd March 2016 10:08 am
I know myself hanging there,
on that windy tree,
whose roots are unknown,
a sacrifice of myself to myself,
Wounded by my spear Gungnir,
for nine long nights and days I hung,
No food nor drink was brought to me,
Sinking into death they appeared,
Reaching out with a scream,
I grasped the runes,
and sunk from the tree,
with a sigh.
Thursday 16th October 2014 9:04 am
A take on the the Song of Völund from the Norse legends, Wayland being the English version of our elfish king, who flies away at the end of the tale: though, I see him more pinned to the rafters of Nidud's hall. These are dark tales, but they have original ideas and blood in their veins. Comments welcome as ever.
Though still I make the custom rings
in red gold and intaglio,
Monday 14th July 2014 10:38 am
Banished for an act not committed,
I am cursed by my fate,
A prophecy they said,
foretold by the Norns,
of me devouring Allfather.
Cursed I am,
by my blood.
Son of Chaos,
Mischief was expected,
I am not one for tricks,
Despite my wily father.
Cursed I am,
by my strength
They used this against me,
told me it was a test of strength....
Friday 11th July 2014 3:43 am