This week’s Thursday photo prompt – reflection #writephoto has ushered me into the presence of two mysterious personages. Their ancient voices calling from a time of fire and ice. Prophecy and truth are scattered to the winds, they are what I must seek. My pen flies over the page recording their words for all eternity. The Sybil’s voice reaches out from the mist enshrouded, wind blown moorland; thereby setting the scene for this encounter. There was a long established tradition for poets in ancient Norway and Iceland to start a poem by asking for silence from the audience. I have taken the liberty of using these words but the journey thereafter is mine. A strange journey it has to be admitted.
I ask everyone to give me a hearing, the lesser and the greater sons of Heimdallr. It is your wish, Odinn, that I relate well the old lore of men as far back as I can remember.¹
Of human, there was no sound. Of human, there was no sight. We were but a glimmer of light in Ymir’s eyes. Ymir pondered long, pondered hard on the destiny of the first world. The time of Askr and Embla blazed forth like torches in the darkness, and then did they take form from the mating of fire and ice. Regindómr, the mighty doom came and passed like a dying sun. We were no more, neither gods nor human. Such sights have I seen since you offered me the runes Odinn. I blazed my way across the starry heavens and retreated to the roots of the World Tree. Much have I sacrificed for truth and hidden knowledge One-Eyed one..
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