Jotunheim: ‘ Strength & Might’ 2/3′ The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing

5 Feb

World Tree Norse

The Nine Realms

9 months, 22 poets and writers, 22 Artists, 3 composers, 1 Viking boat: a magical reworking of Norse Mythology for contemporary audiences


Poems and Writing inspired by the Norse realm of  Jotunheim


Jim C. Mackintosh, Eleanor Perry,  Nat Hall

and Lenka Monk


The Bauble

by Jim C. Mackintosh


To know the knowing’s beyond now
Deeds not thought and words yet spoken,
What price to sooth the furrowed brow?
Of vows past, and bargains broken;
Reminders fused on blunt shoulders
Guarding wisdom’s depths with boulders 
Of questions, tricks and consequence
To trap the fears of men; not God sense
The cowardly grasp of fickle fate
Vague shadows of futures cast
Trusting elements of the past
Diamond sighted hostages late
Amongst the debris of battles torn
From the victor’s off-spring never born.
Mimir, knower of things beyond
By root, where the Well ripples deep,
Waiting for the one mortal bond
To take the cup from his keep
And face the consequence of debt
Sacrificed, drowned with no regret;
No vane hope of being restored
By the weeping sorrows, ignored
In the tilt of trees, ravens taunt
The backs of cowards departing,
Past the rock-giants mocking;
Whilst beyond the sunless haunt
The wanderer approaches still
Planning with determined will –
To stand at the foot hills of Mimir;
A Well of Wisdom in that place
Mortality beyond fate or fear
Engraved across sage Odin’s face,
Led by hunger to know or die
Fierce is the will to give an eye,
To gain the sight beyond the stars
Caring not of pain or mortal scars
Free from cheap vanity’s distracts –
‘Will you drink at the gouging bleed?’
Bauble sunk, Odin quaffs the seed;
Absolutes swim in pure extracts.
No fear by look in one eyed stare
Battles planned in vision’s glare.





gift teeth

by Eleanor Perry

some frame-works
go to the dogs ] and
I’ll let them, since
I know thefts ] and flush:
strands, leeches ] New
York Times gummed to
bitten gold

in winter bloat ] coastal
flank drifts ships in thick
tonnage streams ] the
godly soak, the aluminium
rails ] I am a department ]
just like the sun all burnt
to glass ] plugged into

thinner swelling glints ] gore-
bent in rehab ] and I’ve
learned that all roads lead
to multi-management ] and
many of us are not happy in
the black ] leeches deep
within the bones


MP3 to come



by Nat Hall

Recall the dream.

Inside his
eyes, blue starry

born of venom,
fire & ice,
icy rivers from
grassless void to the abyss,
fed from the milk of
is a
without limits –
power of life well beyond death:
let him bear Earth inside
his flesh,
his sweat,
mountains from bones,
trees from his hair,
sky from his
skull –
atmospheric grey
now let gods
sculpt clouds from his
brain, a home for
men from his
sun was not
In the name of ice,
icicles, cold
gales and storms,
bow to each
stone in

© Nat Hall 2015






by Lenka Monk

(Inspired by a story of Menglöð & Svipdagr)


I know the true meaning of wait and miss.
When no kind of magic can bridge the abyss.
When every second feels like an age,
When someone else holds a key to my cage.

The memories they torture, they burn
The yearning increases with every step, every turn.
The thoughts of you sharper than a razor blade
No wheels of time can ever make them fade.

You may be gone, but your steps still echo in the hall.
The scent of you still clings to every fabric, every wall.
The images so colourful, so vivid in my mind,
To where our bodies still lay, forever entwined.

That was the last time I saw something that made me feel.
That was the last time I heard something that was still real.
That was the last time I spoke of no upheaval.
Now without you, all I see, hear or speak seems evil.

I linger here barely alive on this frozen dais,
Life’s thievery without remorse and its wicked ways.
I count my heartbeats for you, no matter the pain.
I know you’ll come back to me…yours I remain.





You can read the overview of Jotenheim  here , and read some Vanaheim poems here


Find out more about Jim, Eleanor, Nat and Lenka:

Jim C. Mackintosh

Eleanor Perry

Nat Hall

Lenka Monk

Contact ArtiPeeps


As always, thank you for your interest.


4 Responses to “Jotunheim: ‘ Strength & Might’ 2/3′ The Nine Realms- Poems and Writing”

  1. Jane Dougherty February 6, 2015 at 8:01 am #

    Great poem, Big Baffy 🙂 We meet again!

    • Big Baffy February 14, 2015 at 11:13 am #

      People will talk Jane
      Let them, I say. 😊

      • Jane Dougherty February 14, 2015 at 1:12 pm #

        All publicity is good publicity 🙂

  2. nordicblackbird February 9, 2015 at 5:39 pm #

    Reblogged this on nordicblackbird.

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