Frigga's Loom

When in the crystal pool I first beheld
You, angel sweet at rest,
Oh cherub child, my heart was ever yours!
That eve I spun for you
My princeling babe, a starry moonlit quest
A fine dream filament
To bind your bonnie bed there in the west.

A lavish silk of courage, song and name
My fingers weave with skill.
I'm wefting inspiration to your cloth
Of ancient swords and men,
As from each strand I pluck a secret trill
To tempt the tongues of skaldes
And win your wars with wisdom over will.

In dreams I'll meet you in a maiden's tear
Beneath Allfather's eye
And weave your wishes to the crystal sea,
To the iolite sea,
A golden currach launched to aurify
Your way, elskede gutt
Your way, where breath is sky and oceans sigh.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

it's magical. captures that nighttime fairytale feeling. i felt a bit like a kid reading a picture book before bed. i can see the stars out the window and wondered what it would feel like to be outside after dark. there is something nostalgic about this piece. i vibed with it.

[Eilis]

I have a poem I want to find now that I wrote years ago about Freya’s field. A poem for my stepfather who passed when I was a girl. This brought to mind those same feelings. And really sometimes myth is the only language there is for beginning to speak of painful things. There can be beauty and grace and grandeur in the magic of the old gods. Things that our new world sometimes cheapens rather than offering us the means of reverence and worship we seek.

This is touching and beautiful in the way the language slowly eases the reader into that other place along with that darling boy. The young deserve all the ceremony of things we no longer have proper ritual for. The gem colored water, the golden boat, the golden boy. We can hold beauty and innocence in our minds forever. I really enjoyed how you brought this story through itself. The goddess learning to love the babe at first sight. There’s a lovely swaying embrace to your song. Like a mother singing a baby to sleep.

[Joli Dy]

What a beautiful and warm thing to read on this cold evening. Thank you so much.

[Paul in the Buff]

I know I read this a long time ago. I think it stuck with me, somewhere in my subconscious and came out later in something I wrote. I'll post it so you can see, but there may have been close to 7 or 8 years between this poem and the one I wrote...

[Joli Dy]

You have a keen eye and mind, despite what you say to the contrary. This is a reworked piece. I worked on meter and quite a few verses. Can't wait to see your work.

[Paul in the Buff]

It's out there on this here cafe in all of its unmetered a sloppy glory!

[Twilight]

What a poetically beautiful choice of words, as if in keeping with a tale from the fantasy genre.? It has atmosphere too, and the first verse rings of a woman who adores that darling cherub of a child; which is built upon - in those verses which follow...

[Joli Dy]

Thank you so much for your encouraging words!

[emmajoygreen]

Those words, your words sing and tell what seem to be a tragic tale.. love gone and missed , leaving the mother near empty, grieving. Gone the feel of earth and all it would bring.. now shifted into that ever moving splash and currach on its way to where it will. A language from the past yet holding still. Sadly beautiful

[Joli Dy]

Thank you. Much appreciated.