Time for another poem! This one is by Lorrie Wood and has been turned into a song sung in honor of Freya at Hrafnar events. Still, I think it makes a great poem all by itself.
Freyja, Freyja, bright enchantress
Ever burning in our hearts
Cunning woman, seidh’s dark mistress
Come to us, teach us your arts.
Thrice they burned you,
Thrice you showed them
That you would not be denied
Your chariot comes, pulled by your totem
Necklace-winner, Od’s own bride
Weeping gold, you walk the world now,
Falcon-winged, ply windy ways
Ygg’s men fight, but none can say how
Freyja’s first-picked spend their days