The higher heavens kept her secret
that love once kindled, doesn’t perish with distance
It burns in the marrow, it gleams in the wound
Endless falls of the Sun’s golden tears
filling cups of sorrow with a final goodbye
Freya weeps for her lover destined never to return
she leans on the hammered gold wall
with partial face aglow and a deep-set eyelid closed
amber ringlet waves coiled, goldschläger drips
from the Norse Goddess this your myth of olde
its Óðr she longs for
Of divine madness
drowns tomorrow
she fills the regal rivers
and every tear fell from her
...glimmers lux vitae
I hail Freyja,cat swain and Seidr’s Grand Dame
Goad me to pen mystical poems heart-felt
Vanir Goddess ,teach me trance, wisdom I aim
Witchcraft and wealth
Writing poems do flow when I think of thee
Vanir Goddess,Mistress of the Slain I do hail
Freya what I state is true please be near me
Freyja does not fail
Freyja,Ottr’s tale ,it gives me hope I say
Can you restore my legs so I can walk to ?
How can I pay Thee Grand Dame I do convey ?
I will pray to you
Vision Giver help me with my core sight
For years my mind does see black it drives me , mad
How can I pay you? Will verse and art be right?
Dame of love I add
Freyja one last bid make the US vote Jill Stein
Red and Blue are stagnate I do thus proclaim
Under Jill Stein ,US will shine ,that’s no moonshine
Grand Dame of Galdr I do claim
Glorious sunny days of late
such warmth and so inviting
buds burst into flower
every minute of every hour
say goodbye to winter gloom
cold and dismal winter days
for spring is here the sun is out
and I am off to catch some rays
But oh that wind is getting stronger
blowing from the West
experts forecast snow and rain
so put away my summer dress
for it is only early March
seduced by February’s warmth
spring really has not sprung at all
where did I put my cashmere shawl
So warn those budding shrubs and trees
the wind and snow is on the way
and tell the buds they should stay put
too early for their spring display
such cold and windy weather today
for those who live within the UK
Storm Freya is the culprit
for Freya is her name
and any damage she may cause
Freya must take the blame
Written 2nd March 2019
Our unseasonably warm weather comes to an end with the threat of Storm Freya – she is certainly no friend!
Contest A STRAND (1067)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Freya, Maria, Gaia, Sofia
Isis, Astarte
Kali and Parvati
Always it seems
They haunt my dreams
Staring like tigers in my night
With demanding love
And no expectation
But to see Her
They walk in light
Hip-switching across the Earth
A woman, a deer, a flying leaf
Her flaming sword
Could spin my head off
But She kisses my soul and I'm safe
Every day I see Her
Magic paralyzing eyes
Outlined in black
Golden eyelids smiling
Startingly clearly brown or blue
I know lust and peace at once
The world turns over
And the world burns
And the Goddess walks forever
I ask Freya of the cool blue North
To be my special Magic Goddess
Naked in Her clicking high heels
Freya, my new fantasy friend
At my side when adventures go forth
She's posing in Her skin for me
At the edge of the mystic trees
Twisting, bending, showing me
I can have Her, if I can catch Her,
If I love Her, what a tease
She's teaching me Her style of charm
To conjure Her in dreams awaking
Glamouring love spasm calling Her name
Goddess of Love and shuddering Sex
Clenching my fingers in Her golden mane
Freya my partner in dark sex adored
Feral Freya with paralyzing eyes
Ancient primal Sacred Whore
Gliding around me in blazing form
Goddess of Love and Death and War
Magic Shape Shifter, Valkyrie Queen
Who could ask for a cooler Girlfriend?
We went shopping for shoes today
For clicky high-heels that firm up Her rear end
Then hit the sidewalk to stun the old men
Long-legged Freya, my Goddess Girlfriend
My vision this is Freya in her house;
a pastoral tranquility the sound
surrounding pretty Freya and her spouse.
A gentle cloud, she floats around and round,
moves room to room, and drifts upstairs to down.
She has no need to fret or rush about.
A countess she can be and don a gown;
inside her ballroom dance and not go out.
And in a garden spot, when troubles mount,
perhaps she sits; for solace, writes, head bowed
or dips a brush in paint, and by her count
is showered with the all that love’s allowed.
For in the lovely manor, on its grounds,
imaginings and dreams can know no bounds.
Written 7/7/14; Freya is a real person I know; but her manor is my imagining.
For Elly's Encore - anonymous positive new sonnet contest
Extraordinary,
how your downy eyes seek me,
new eyes, wrapped up in
foreign security and the surreal.
I am doubtful of my ability
but blessed as I confirm your release
eager and thankful,
kissing tufts of soft hair.
Mother and son,
created in the same moment
waiting to begin.
And now you will know
all I rue of myself,
within the marrow space of selfish years
I I I I I I I I
Me Me Me Me Me Me,
within a yen sprouting
ever forward to finally
share,to share with you.
As I wake I remember a cherub's face
and wonder if we can find you
within these barren fields,
if we can summon
Shiva,
Freya,
Kokopelli,
or Aphrodite,
so I may hold you in my waking dreams.
Finally.
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