Poetry Day: Following Freya

I don’t post a lot of my own poetry, mainly because, while I love poetry, I’m not at all a trained poet and only write when the inspiration hits. That said, this is one of my favorites. I was inspired to write it one morning not long after my dedication to Her. I think it really conveys, for me, how it feels when I go to Vanaheim to visit Freya.

“Following Freya”, by Cara Freyasdaughter

swish

Her long golden hair
Swings hypnotically
As I follow my Lady into Vanaheim.

sway

Round hips gyrate
And beckon, dancing to the beat
Only She knows.
The green leaves, the brown branches
Sway with Her
As she goes.

swish, sway

A gentle breeze
Passes my face
Teasing my nose with her sweet smell
Jasmine/lilac/rose
In full summer-sweet bloom.
A more pleasing scent I haven’t found here
No matter how hard I’ve searched.

swish, sway

What shall I learn today
From my guide, my mentor, my lover?
She of many names
Only few of which we know.
None are Her true name;
To me, She is just “Lady”.

swish, sway

A thousand times I have sought her thus
In green Vanaheim
Journeying the Nine Worlds
Anxious and hopeful
Seeking lust and love,
Fear and ecstasy in equal parts:
thought and power and memory combined.
For nothing is simple with Her–
Not with my Lady.

swish, sway

What shall She be today?
I wonder as I walk.
Who shall I meet as I
enter these woods?
Who will I find when I go under?

swish-

She stops.
We have arrived.
She turns, smiles
And the warm radiance
Of a thousand suns
I was never meant to witness
The fierce white glare of
A thousand stars
I was never meant to endure
Washes over me again.

I pause,
And am reborn.

swish, sway

We are back on the path
I am still following
Her lush, sloping hips
That gyrate smoothly
Her soft golden hair
That sways hypnotically
As homeward we walk.

I blink.

Eyes wet with tears, I ask
“What just happened?
Vanadis? Njord’s daughter?
Gullvieg, Mardoll, Horn–?
Lady, what…?”

She turns without stopping
Talks without moving.
I can still see her
hair gleam and her hips glide
Back and forth, back and forth

She says,

“Heart of my heart
Love of my love
The joy in my sorrow, for
Your sweetness that you thought lost
has been found again–
I have brought you home.
I can only offer you everything
I have to give, and more.
Now that you know the way.

Each time you come back
You will be clearer.
Your heart will be wider
Your smile, happier
Your light, brighter
And you will know more.
Now that you know the way.”

swish, sway
swish, sway

Yes, Lady;
I will be back.
And I will gather your thousand stars
And I will bask in your thousand suns
And I will walk this sacred path
So that one day I, too,
will shine brightly–

swaying and swishing,
swishing and swaying–

Glowing and leading others through
These green forests of Vanaheim.
To share with them
the love/light/joy I have gained
From following you.
–Cara Freyasdaughter, 2014

2 thoughts on “Poetry Day: Following Freya

  1. You have inspired me to write one entitled: “Following Hermes”

    Zip! Tuck and Roll!

    Ducking out of the way of an on-coming herd of Centaurs
    Feathers are flying everywhere
    “Watch out!” he calls, just milliseconds before grabbing my arm
    We fly
    To the peak of Olympus
    Dizzyingly tall
    Snow sprays up from the ground
    A rough landing for me
    I have no winged shoes
    He is gone
    And back
    With a hundred envelopes
    Hands me forty of them
    “Don’t loose these.”

    Spin and tumble! The Underworld calls!

    The howling of the restless dead
    Whistles through the sub-terra
    “Wait here while I do a thing.
    Don’t wander off.”
    I wander off.
    Because of course I do.
    Staring into dozens of empty eyes
    Pondering my fate
    Wondering if this will be me
    If he will deliver me *here*
    And all my lifetimes
    All of my living
    Will culminate in this
    Death-cold fingers stroke my neck
    I scream
    Hermes laughs
    “Gotcha.”
    Grabs me around the waist

    Whoosh! Up! Loop-de-loop!

    Envelopes lost and caught in pockets of wind
    Back to Earth again
    With messages to deliver
    My love,
    You have given me something new
    To do
    To be

    Without you
    I’d literally die
    Probably of boredom.

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