Golden Locks

REFERENCES:
Inspired by the Norse Myth: Sif's Golden Hair: How Loki Wrought mischief in Asgard. (compilation: The children of Odin Padraic Colum 1920) Source: Sacred Texts Archives @ sacred-text.com Many different compilations to choose from, great resource for inspiration. Kat

Oh rejoicing mischief maker, how you wrought
tedious worries upon AEsir and Asyniur!
The golden hair doth shine upon sweet Sif's
head, beckoning to your impishness. Gleefully
you trod forth glistening shears in hand,
         WHICK,
                       WHICK,
                                     SNIP,
                                               SNIP!

Entombed in secret place audaciously
gloating over your handy work.

Catastrophic detection, The High One decrees
abrupt demise to your sibling antagonisms,
your golden prize now forfeit. Mighty is the rage
of Thunder-lord at the trespass inflicted upon his
golden haired consort, His mighty hammer hurls you,
                 DOWN,
                              DOWN,
                                           DOWN,
                                                        DOWN,

bowels of terrestrial sphere delivering you unto the
loathsome dwarves smithing their opus.

Silver of tongue you caress these master- smiths ears,
their excessive egos exalt in your wise bluffs. Woven
golden threads your victory, vanity their defeat.
Heavy with deceitful harvest your way is made
back to Asgard,
                 UP,
                       UP,
                             UP,
                                   UP,
Welcomed by solemn silence of Asgard dwellers
baited breath. Advance is sternly observed
by Father Odin as AEsir and Asyniur wait, aloof.
Undaunted with smiling good humor you
meet brother Thor's raging eyes.
             STRIFE,
                            STRIFE,
                                           PEACE,
                                                         PEACE,
"Off with thy veil, O Sif'," you say. Pitifully she reveals
recently shorn hair. Upon fragile cranium dwarf-woven
gold is now placed, as fine and shining as was Sif's
own. Offering now surrendered, gold locks bestowed,
forgiveness now encompasses your prankster soul.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is another old work submitted prior to the crash. Once I've recompiled I will begin to submit new works. To those of you who have read this and the old ones to follow I apologize and for any new readers thanks for reading and any critique you may have. Regards, Mistress Obi Wan ( Katplath) Feb. 2011

Style/Type: Free verse

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Comments

me too...

i am a huge fan of the Norse pantheon, Loki being one of my favorites. I always imagine Odin, one hand on his forehead the other on a glass of alkaseltzer wondering what he's going to do with that kid.( lol) Seriously i am so glad i conveyed the story appropriately in this work, I didn't want that to be lost nor did i want my work to be read exactly as the original was written. I had a lot of fun with it and hope to do the same with other other works in the future. I think that's one way to keep these texts available to new generations, if they like the piece and see the reference my hope is that the reader will become interested in all the other great stories, lessons, and history that can be found in these great works. Sincerely,