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Yggdrasil Poems - Poems about Yggdrasil


Premium Member Was She Yggdrasil Or Old North
Was she a vision or the foretold prophecy from Norse shamanic lore? No one questioned her as she transmogrified into a warrior in the great hall. The king was cowed. “Are you Yggdrasil, Goddess of Life?” He asked. Was she the keeper of the nine worlds? The rest of us looked on, awed. She brought her entourage, a dragon,...

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Categories: yggdrasil, mythology,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Yggdrasil Salutes the Sun
She raises her façade to greet the dawning sun; Yggdrasil a goddess, the empyreal one. Tree of life, tree of hope, in sunlight’s kiss; nurturer of the winged, in ethereal bliss. She births her children with or without light; nature’s sacred, matriarchal and wizened sprite. Fronds of green, adorn her brow while varied lichens are sprouted on boughs. Nine worlds she guards, this...

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Categories: yggdrasil, appreciation, mythology, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Yggdrasils Wizened Sprite
Every tree has its sprite, a living deity ever vigilant of its needs. Great Yggdrasil ancient tree of life holds her sprite within her wending, winding arms; a caress of gratitude for its warrior guardian. An ancient sentinel guarding the wisdom of Gaia’s mind, needs a soldier; this recruit, at the ready, studies “The Art Of War” with considerable vigilance. No axe will ever release this tree...

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Categories: yggdrasil, myth, mythology, nature, poems,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Yggdrasil:
In the middle of Asgard, where the Gods and Goddesses live, is Yggdrasil by name, the tree of life is its fame. The eternal green Ash tree, the branches stretching out over all the nine worlds. Yggdrasil is carried by three enormous roots. Next to the first root is a well named Urd's well, where...

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Categories: yggdrasil, mythology,
Form: Narrative
Yggdrasil
Beneath the roots of the Tree of Life, The mythical Yggdrasil, Live the Three Sisters of Fortune, Three spinners sit weaving still. Our fortunes favoured, fortunes damned, Are spun to dusk from dawn, The destinies of every man Ordained before we’re born. Spun threads of rope and threads of silk And threads of finest gold; With every one a path of life The Spinners have foretold. Embittered...

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Categories: yggdrasil, mystery
Form: Ballad




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