17 November: 05 Völuspá

AI art: Yggdrasil's Ash, lightning storm clouds, rain

Yggdrasil’s Ash

For eight days seers of sun,
and equal nights by frost,
Young Odin dwelt with venom drops
of a serpent’s back.

Then his flesh set upon by fire,
one lit to right,
one to left.
No food. No water was he offered.

And when a hart saw the harm been done
it bit into a branch of the Yggdrasil Ash,
and the hart’s horns fell to ground
waters rising to fill them full,

and Young Odin quenched his throat
and felled the flame, and the holy waters
of Mims Well boiled as the hart
lay dying strewn with spears.

And Sköll the Wolf stood
at the Western Door, watched the crimes
of tooth and mans’ half drawn scabbard,
a hand on hilt, a warrior felled, and killed.

Holy gates and guiltless sin,
of nine worlds of thunder roared,
and Yggdrasil’s three roots made ways
through Mims Well, and into lands

of giants, trolls and gods, and Hel.
Revenge and cauldrons, a hammer and four oxen,
venom dales and five-hundred floors
with five-hundred doors.

And Freyja’s locked the doors to Valhalla.


Yggdrasil: (igg.dra.sil / ˈig-drə-ˌsil) an immense, central sacred tree. Around it exists all else, including the Nine Worlds.
Valhall/ Valhalla: anglicised name for Old Norse: Valhǫll (“hall of the slain”) located in Asgard.
Freyja: goddess of love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, and gold
Ymir: a giant and first being created from drops of water, representing chaos
Odin: The god of war and dead, ruler of Valhalla. Associated with wisdom, healing, death, royalty, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry and frenzy, husband of Frigg.
Mótsognir: created from Ymir’s blood and bone, Lord of Dwarfs
Vala: the Seeress and sorceress of the Völuspá epic, she was resurrected by Odin 

Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.

9 responses to “17 November: 05 Völuspá”

  1. To say this is epic beyond words, is an understatement.
    And the art… goosebumps.
    Völuspá deserves to be among your ‘crown jewels’, if not The !
    👏 Brava, M!!

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    1. Thank you, Nick.

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  2. I agree with Spira, the word epic came to my mind as well. Wonderful Misky!

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    1. Thank you very much! ❤️

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  3. Fourth is the hour of Reckoning
    Under a stained moon, burdened by the sins of a mother
    Sköll rests upon the dusk of one more day
    The sun was not, not yet, his prey

    Fifth is the hour of Φόβος
    No light shall enter thy soul
    As Hati howls silver drops of a desire not foretold
    Selene stands close, a tide of whispers neither young or old

    Sixth is the hour of Aλήθεια
    Of arched limbs, ecstatic flowers
    Again and Again… and Again
    Yggdrasil’s roots bed the two wolves

    Seventh is the hour of Promise
    I will
    If I have to devour the sun, I will… quoth the one they named Sköll
    If I have to devour the moon, I will… quoth the one they named Hati
    I will…find you

    Eighth is the hour of Woe
    Of cruel deeds and merciless eyes
    Venomous tongues spit curses and lies
    Listen… surrender… desparation is nigh

    Ninth is the hour of All to see
    Of true hearts embrace, they finally meet
    Sköll & Hati … forge their own light
    For neither sun, nor moon will shine tonight

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    1. The Gods are very pleased with you, N, and I am rendered into happy speechlessness. Velsign de hænder, der holder din pen. M.

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      1. And this is the music under which hands held the pen

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        1. Lovely accompaniment. I love listening to Rúnahild – it’s on my calming playlist.

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