Poetry, The Mead of the Gods
Once upon a time, there were
three cauldrons. Their names were Odrorir, Bodn and Son and the cauldrons were
full of Mead and the cauldrons never ran dry. This Mead was formed from honey
and from the blood of the wisest God of all the Vanir. His name was Kvasir. The
mead was made by two dwarves named Fjalar and Galar but they didn’t get to keep
their bounty. They lost this mead of poetry into the hands of a giant named
Suttung.
When Odin learned of this,
he set out to win the mead for Asgard, and at last, by courting the Giant’s
daughter, Gunnlod, he won from her three
drinks of the mead. With these three drinks, he drained the cauldrons that
could never run dry and carried the Mead of Poetry and Inspiration back to
Asgard.
But when Odin opened his
mouth in Asgard to give forth this mead, some of it splashed into the world.
The Gods were happy for us and declared that it should belong to Poets and
Wayfarers. Sing of your witch blades and amulets and all-powerful spells, but
Poetry is that drink which even the Gods would steal for. When raising a toast
to the Gods and Goddesses in honor, don’t forget that most important offering,
poetry!
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