A Picture of Frigg

By Birgitta Jonsdottir

When the moon is full,
she opens her vein of wisdom
for him to drink from.

She is the guardian of lost souls,
weaver of fate.

There are no paintings,
no icons,
of her divine face.

She is the hidden force of knowledge,
dancing in the shadow
of her husband's glory.

She is the goddess
of the goddesses.

Keeper of secrets,
puller of strings.