Long Freya Poems

Innocence of a newborn baby remains just that. 
The time of beginnings turned into an ending of 
sorrow and reminders of a lost soul. In a third world 
country Maria had just been born. A...

Read More

The house was full
Of Gods and deities
The curtain call was soon
The water vasos were poured
And became the finest of wines
The bread multiplied
The baker you see
Was a part time magician
The fishermen all relaxed
As I saw fish...

Read More

Written for and about my eldest daughter, Freya Lily (Pickle).


Ive loved you,
from the very first second I saw you,
you are my beautiful first born.
So the times when I see you upset 
frustrates me and I’m...

Read More

Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to graze with the deer, dear
the tree never falls silently
lizards scatter,...

Read More

I am Lilizzi, or the spirit of fire, I am the pure essence of the flame itself,
all fear and adore me. Does not every star in the heavens burn because of me?
Out of all four...

Read More

Ooooh wow...a nice classy fortified wine dressed in a milky white dress. Shimmering for all to see. Injest not the erosive clatter of a purple frog. As it is far to dangerous. One may end...

Read More

Freya was not quite sure whether she dreamt or floated in a bubble of hope

Her anchor cut loose the compass’ needle bent and stuck in past of beyond

A mouldy flare with no flair a life...

Read More

Hip hip hurray it’s our Christmas soirée
With Georgia and Mark and Hugh and Ray
This is the only time we meet
To kiss and hug and meet and greet

There’s Sam and Maureen and Fred and Doreen
And not...

Read More

Disconnected feelings
to protect my heart
I read your text messages 
you have quite an art

Trying to play it cool
to keep things disconnected
But here you come my friend
with your words to be collected

Then I hear her calling
calling...

Read More

Freya Mathews
speaks for panpsychic consciousness
as our destiny for WinWin cooperative healthy wealth

Where Mr. D Holmgren
might landscape with growing permacultural consciousness,
also for achieving revolutionary healthy seasons
slow-growing unprecedented green wealth optimization
in some ZeroZone
under reforesting reconstruction

I can hear...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More

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...

Read More