Idun. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The magic apples that rejuvenated the Gods,
were in your wooden box.
There they lay all golden and shiny,
waiting for the first bite,
which would bring continuing
youth and immortality.

Your days were filled with eloquence and the lilting
tones of poetry,
recited by your husband Bragi.
You were the Goddess of Spring and Fertility,
daughter of Svald.

There was a price to pay,
when Thiazi disguised as an eagle,
swooped you up and took you to his home.
Loki in the form of a falcon rescued you,
for the Gods realised his deception.

Norse Goddess of eternal youth and keeper of the eski*,
Grant us immortality and rejuvenate our spirit
with your endless vigour.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20241222.

Note: * Eski is a wooden box made of ash wood, which Idun kept her apples in.