The Brightly Born

Freyr by Darantha

Freyr by Darantha

The nights were long, the days were cold,
long ago the world was dark, newly-born.
Then rose a tree, a death-witstander,
the towering pine of countless cones.
It promised life, it promised a child,
and Lo! He came with bursting light,
on warm sand, on wet salt,
the Lord Ingui,
the brightly born!

2 thoughts on “The Brightly Born

    • I love the image as well (and I too have a thing for boars). And thank you! I’m constructing an extensive poem, but it’s coming together step by step, as I celebrate different dates.

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