One Friggin’ Embrace



This poem was written in response to John Beckett’s Nurturing Polytheism. (Here’s a nurturing goddess for you, John!) Imagery of Frigg is adapted from Diana Paxson’s Essential Asatru.

I feel the tears run down,

eternal and sourceless.

Big balls of saline

that evaporate back into the universe.

And no one knows the difference.

The body cries out for 

one friggin’ embrace,

one Frigg embrace.

Arising from the darkness, 

bending like the birch.


she whose cart is pulled by rams;

She who weaves wool into life.

Beloved of Odin, watching us with care.

Stillness. Silence.

A love that blankets us.

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