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The Mead of Poetry
A new poetic account of an ancient Norse tale,
approaching the old Norse form of Fornyrdislag.
Listen to it read on the author's blog:
The Mead of Poetry,
on SoundCloud,
or
view as machinima film on YouTube.
Mead Of Poetry
all men makes wise.
Mimir's Knowledge harbors
secrets.
Odin by Charms
calls insights forth.
The Dew of Truth
and destiny.
Aesir Vanir
abjure their war.
In bond of Gods
good Kvasir sired.
Wielding Knowledge
he wisdom shares,
Traveling far
teaching freely.
Fjalar Galar
two ghastly Dwarves.
Resentment grew
into darkness...
They killed Kvasir
but kept his blood,
With honey brewed
poetry's mead.
Fjalar Galar
a Giant's bane
His wife they slayed
bloodthirsty brood.
Suttung the Giant
weregild Dwarves' mead,
Three barrels hid
beneath mountain.
Without delay
departing hence,
To taste the mead
of inspiration...
Odin he sought
Suttung's brother,
Baugi his name,
mead will bring him.
Odin intent
inveigled plan,
Workmen's discord
will die fighting.
Baugi becalmed,
Odin burst in,
As Bolverk garbed
he was disguised.
Bolverk struck deal
Baugi defray,
Harvest he'd take
for taste of mead.
Once work was done
Bolverk's demand,
Suttung refused,
mead denied him.
Odin inverse
initiate,
The mead to man
poetry's gate.
Bolverk with wiles
wheedled Baugi,
Into Mountain
he drilled a hole.
Odin stole in
with stealth of snake,
As quiet as snow
heartbeats halted.
Gunnlod asleep
as mead she guards,
Sutting's daughter
should be watchful.
Odin moon-eyed
found magic mead
Then Gunnlod gasped in
her waking.
Odin had changed
handsome young giant,
Under his charm
she was heedless.
Odin thrice kissed
three barrels quaff,
And Gunnlod lost
the magic mead.
Sutting startled
by Gunnlods scream,
As Odin flew
with his treasure.
Odin escaped
on eagles wing,
Riding the winds
to his country.
Sutting he seethed
searching he flew,
Chasing Odin
into Asgard.
When eagle saw
Aesir approached,
Odin's return
would bring blessing.
Down Odin flew
in flash arrived,
With barrels three
he would share them.
On Sutting shone
sun rays of dawn,
His eagle fell,
to stone transformed.
And Odin spake
So Shall It Be,
Sunlight Strike Down
Those Darkness Leads!
No silent gold
nor silver grasp,
To wisdom voice
shall insight see.
They then rejoiced
themselves to drink,
The magic mead
of poetry.
©
Celestial Elf
The Mead of Poetry
- article, poem, and sound file on "The Dance of Life",
the blog of CelestialElf.
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