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The Mirror


A.N: Again Norse-related, again the result of me reading the Prose Edda half-asleep (same session as the previous one as a matter of fact). You could argue this is also the cliff-notes version of the Volva’s prophesy (albeit a lot more biased – I have my favourites, what you’re gonna do about it?). Honestly, I feel like I should be assigning background reading side by side with uploading this, not sure how much of it is obscure if you haven’t read the Eddas….It’s more of a reaction poem, a way of me getting out my frustration with the parts of the mythology that I don’t like. And for the record, when I say All-Father, I don’t mean Odin. Yes, it’s one of his kennings but technically speaking he is like Zeus, a third(+) generation divine being, so in my opinion the title should go to the first, male(-ish?), Creation-initiating figure. Any other points that are unclear, please let me know. 🙂

The mirror
A beautiful mirror hangs over land
Shining reflection of what is below
For ages long it hung un-cracked
Adorned with red gold and ice silver
Bor’s sons did kill the All-Father
A crack was formed on the edge.
With treachery and blood was Asgard’s mortar mixed
The silver then blackened
Trice did the golden maiden burn
Thus did the seer decry
Red gold peeled away, bone marrow was ‘neath
The head’s whisper gave cause
For three children the underworld to claim
The frame groaned under the dwarf thread keeping it together
Wars ravaged the lands, worthy men fell,
Rose and fell again denied respite
See how the glass is dimming?
Gifts unacknowledged do enmity inspire
They are not the bearer’s to give away
Hear you the murmurs in citadels old
None has the power to halt the wheel.
The smoke that hides the beauteous mirror
Reveals what the gazer fears to see
There aren’t oaths enough in the world
To halt the dread maid’s demand for bounty.
See you the cracks as they spread each winter
The dragons awaken one by one
Blood made the world blood will unmake it
But what will the final splinter cause none knows
Three winters have passed the wolf is howling
The volva laughs as underworld opens their gates.

Ymir’s Last Dream


A.N: Will the mytholgy-inspired poetry ever end? If you’ve been around here for any length of time you’ll know not to hope… A slightly more obscure one this week, mostly because I was reading Snorri while still sipping my first coffee of the day. He’s pretty interesting if you think about it, being both a primordial creature and…uh…the universe’s building block (and people complain about Enuma Elis being violent!) All matters of in-family murder and Snorri’s nasty attitude towards giants aside, I see Ymir as a tragic figure in the same way Chronos is one (Saturn for those more familiar with the Latin names, although they are not exactly the same….): aware of his upcoming demise, yet unable to stop it due to his nature. But yeah, my version of Ymir is a bit of a prophet (and ever notice how similar Ymir and Mimir sound?) so he knows that the young upstarts planning to dismember him are not going to have the best of endings either…

Ymir’s last dream
The Old Father Time slept through the ages
Awake then he sang of the worlds t’were to come
Frozen in fire and burnt from the ice
The great gaping gap his grandchildren ploughed
The river dream swelled a sapling uncovered
The great ash tree grew from Aurgelmir’s corpse
Tears he shed not for the crime not yet committed
Punishment reaches murderers all


P.S. Mum, if you’re reading this, I SWEAR not all my course reading is quite that -um- graphic!