The Mead of Poetry
In the Norse myth, the god Odin becomes an eagle after
stealing and swallowing magic mead, made by cunning
dwarves of honey and the blood of the wise Kvasir. The
mead grants poetic powers to those deigned to drink it
from Odin’s lips.
Spit upon me, Odin, for I dare
To sip the Dwarven mead you drip and spill;
I stand with mouth upraised and open: spare
Me nothing; give me everything; instill
Mead in my thoughts, combining melody
With words which blend with heart-mind intertwined;
And then perhaps I’ll create poetry,
When, Eagle, as you soar, I’ll soar in kind.
Oh, blood of Kvasir, come, and bleed on me,
Seep into me, intoxicate me, there
Empower me beyond propriety,
That mead-drunk I may stretch words as I dare.
Of honey, blood, and spit your mead is wrought;
Such draught drives my poetic juggernaut.
Theresa Werba (formerly known to the SCP community as Theresa Rodriguez) is the author of eight books, including What Was and Is: Formal Poetry and Free Verse, and Sonnets, a collection of sixty-five Shakespearean, Spenserian, and Petrarchan sonnets. Her work appears in numerous journals, websites, and online publications, including the SCP Journal. She has been featured on Classical Poets Live where she discusses musicality and elocution in formal poetry. She is a contributing writer for Classical Singer Magazine. Werba’s background as a Classical singer informs her dramatic poetry readings which are available on Youtube @thesonnetqueen. Her website is www.theresawerba.com.
Excellent work and very ‘Romantic’ in a good sense: the springs of poetry deriving from inexhaustible, divine sources!
Thank you, James, I appreciate the insight very much!!
You’ve obviously been at the poetic mead, Theresa.
Loved the phrase ‘…which blend with heart-mind intertwined,…’ with its imagery and internal rhyme.
Thanks for the read.
Thanks very much Paul for your comments and observations, I love a good draught from the mead of poetry! And I didn’t even know I made that internal rhyme— thanks for pointing it out!!!
Kvasir (the wise) goes back as far as the 13th century and the mead as you described it was considered to produce poetry and likely (in my mind) strange alcoholic-induced speech patterns. Kvas in Russian and Kvass in Eastern Europe is generally fermented from rye bread or berry juice. Kvase is the Norwegian word for fermented berry juice. I mention this because it is interesting how far the Nordic tales influenced other neighboring languages. By the way, Kvasir’s advice was also used by the gods to ensnare Loki in a fishing net. Your well-wrought poem is both accurate and historically based.
Wow Roy, that is so interesting about the word “Kvasir”– I love the interconnections of cognates in related languages so much!! I’ve been reading the Poetic Edda in a translation by Lee M. Hollander; it re-creates the forms and alliterative patterns of Old Norse skaldic poetry. I never knew much about Norse mythology before recently, so this exploration and study is opening up all kinds of new avenues of knowledge and creativity for me!! Thank you for the super-fascinating information and kind comment!
There is something about Norse mythology that is irresistibly attractive to the average Europhile. If I had known that fermented berry juice….
I’ve actually been to several liquor stores in my area to find some authentic European mead, and they didn’t have any!! I would really like to know what real honey wine tastes like!!
Real mead is hard to find, because there isn’t much of a demand for it here in the States. It’s still made in Scandinavia. Mead was the original alcoholic beverage of the Indo-Europeans, long before beer and wine were made.
A very nice sonnet!
Thank you for the compliment, Dr. Salemi, it means a lot to me. Interesting that mead parallels the history of the Indo-European peoples. Maybe I can try finding Scandinavian mead online. Definitely a project to pursue!!