Poems by #asatru regulars

Jimmy Davis

  • The Coming of Freya
  • Donar's Oak
  • In Memory of a Saami Noid [shaman]
  • To Thorhall

  • Eric Schwarz

  • Night Again
  • The Coming of Freya (Copyright 1997, by Jimmy Davis)

    Before the coming of time
    the Aesir built up Asgard
    out of the creative matrix of chaos
    the rising gods and goddesses made their halls.
    As order rides the waves of chaos;
    the foundations of Asgard remain unstable.
    And so at the proper time,
    out of their etin-home,
    the Norns came to the tree.
    Time caused the gods and goddesses to worry about their wyrds.
    It was at this time that Woden began to wander,
    began to search the nine worlds for wisdom
    and lonely women.
    In Vanir-home he met and loved the Alf-king's sister Freya
    who taught him the mysteries of seith-magick.
    She knew him by the name of Od
    when they lived together
    and she wept tears of red gold when he left.
    She followed him across the worlds
    before finding him at Asgard with his wife.
    She stood before Hlithskjalf,
    in the hall Valhalla,
    and Woden stirred up the Aesir against her.
    Fear arose within the Aesir
    so they set upon her with spears.
    Three times she was burnt;
    three times she rose from the ashes
    and even now she lives amongst us.
    He folk the Vanir were enraged at the treatment given her
    and took up arms to avenge this outrage.
    The Aesir met the Vanir on the field of honor;
    Woden cast the first spear over the enemy
    starting the first war.
    First one side and then another would appear to win.
    Then Vanir magick brought down Asgard's walls
    and the Aesir agreed to peace.
    In turn, the good Vanir did not lord over the Aesir
    but united with them instead.
    Thus the gods and goddesses of order
    united with the deities of chaotic fertility
    to make the foundations of Asgard stable.
    

    Donar's Oak (Copyright 1997, by Jimmy Davis)

    Long ago before the Christians came to Hessia
    there grew a mighty oak,
    a tree so tall it naturally attracted 
    the attention of the hammer welding One.
    
    For a long time the oak grew
    casting its shade upon a small grove.
    Then one day a sky chariot pulled by goats came by
    and a red bearded warrior got out.
    With him was another god 
    whom the Hammer bearer called Loki.
    "This is the tree I spotted," said Loki.
    "It would be the perfect place for people to honor you."
    "Your are right, my friend, this tree will be Donar's Oak,"
    And with that, Donar struck the tree with his hammer.
    Lightening hit the tree;
    branches cracked and wood burnt,
    but the tree lived thru its ordeal.
    
    Donar's Oak flourished over the years
    and people came to it to offer blot to Donar.
    Each time the people came and offered gifts
    the Oak saw Donar come to receive them.
    This went on for as long as the tree could remember
    and the people and tree were happy.
    
    Then a dark age began
    as black robed shaven headed men roam the countryside.
    And fewer and fewer people came to share gifts at Donar's Oak.
    Yet not all had abandoned the heathen way:
    some secretly,
    some openly continued to come to the tree
    offering blot and consulting the runes.
    
    Yet this would not go on for long
    and in the year 723CE 
    the English missionary Boniface went to the tree to cut it down.
    But as he made his first axe cut,
    the oak saw his friend's chariot fly down to him.
    Donar would not abandon his friend
    even when the old way was ending.
    And as the first axe blade bit into the tree
    Donar removed the oak's spirit
    and took it with him to Thrudheim.
    Suddenly the tree's spiritless body imploded
    and the priest thought it was a miracle from his own god.
    He awed the people with this event,
    but twenty years later
    he met his death in Frisia at the hands of heathen revolutionaries.
    
    Yet even today, Donar's Oak is with him
    shading the good folk of the Thunderer
    outside the hall at Thrudheim
    

    In Memory of a Saami Noid [shaman] (Copyright 1997, by Jimmy Davis)

    I speak of a forgotten memory;
    from the beak of Muninn I retell.
    This poem is to the nameless Noid;
    to that shaman of the Saami people
    who beated his drum for Horagalles
    [Old Man Thorr],
    even when all others had abandoned the way.
    You were seized by the followers
    of the gentle god,
    and was asked to denounce the gods,
    to put away forever your drum.
    You refused to abandon the way
    and that led to your martyrdom.
    In the year 1693
    at the town of Arjeploy,
    they burned you and your drum alive.
    But you never really died,
    I can still hear your drum even now
    beating from the hall of Thruthheim.
    

    To Thorhall (Copyright 1997, by Jimmy Davis)

    On Vinland journey they came,
    to explore the new world;
    maybe even settle if the land is good.
    To Coyote's land the Greenlanders came
    exhausted and hungry.
    Long did they search the coves and islands
    no food did they find.
    They all stared the Etin "Starvation" directly in the eyes;
    it looked very grim.
    The hunter Thorhall knew what to do.
    He alone amongst the crew
    kept to the Way
    and he was a man of Thor.
    He jumped ship and went to a high place.
    Upon a bluff overlooking the sea
    he offered galdor to Red-bearded Thor;
    he chanted a chant to AsaThorr.
    He was still chanting his hunters' chant
    when his companions found him.
    Soon thereafter they caught a whale
    but refused to eat it (for they were all Christians)
    after Thorhall boasted that it came from Thor.
    Even in Coyote's land Turtle Island
    Thor is god amongst gods.
    God not just of Northern Europe
    but of Vinland as well.
    

    It's Night Again (Copyright 1997, by Eric Schwarz)

    Is it night again?
    The audience is sleeping--
    I can hear them
    in my dreams.
    
    Is it night again?
    Can't you hear them calling, calling?
    I don't know what I can change.
    
    Same old story every time;
    They must know the words by heart.
    And yet they make me wear this mask--
    And yet they make me play this game.
    
    It's night again--
    In the city where the streets are silent.
    A line is forming in the rain.
    
    It's night again.
    Time for me to play the piper--
    Lead them on a journey
    through their dreams.
    
    The stage is calling me,
    I see the house lights dimming.
    I look inside and watch me die.
    Walking out into the floodlights, cheers are rising.
    It's time to start the show again.
    

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