literature women // freyja
freyja the fair then went they to find
hear now the speech that first he spake:
“bind on, freyja, the bridal veil,
for we two must haste to the giants’ home.”wrathful was freyja, and fiercely she snorted,
and the dwelling great of the gods was shaken,
and burst was the mighty brisings’ necklace:
“most lustful indeed should i look to all
if i journeyed with thee to the giants’ home.”
Digital Altar Series: Freyja.
➤ She Who Gives Fortune.
[more in the series // board insp]
modern tales; hades & persephone
persephone looks into her husbands eyes.
lord and lady, king and queen. [x]
T E E N A G E G I R L S + M Y T H O L O G Y: Persephone
She smells of flowers, like the first day of spring. Her lips are pink from the pomegranate juice that she sucks from a carton, sat barefoot on the grass outside as she skips class. Head held high, new students make the mistake of thinking she is harmless. They learn their lesson. Sharp objects lurk beneath folds of material, the red of her nail polish there to hide that of a similar colour. She fights, hard and dirty, argues, cries in a bathroom stall, breaks hearts and forgets she has one of her own.
Mythology reworked / / P e r s e p h o n e
Hell is a teenage girl. But sometimes spring is too.
Persephone is the dangerous teenage girl incarnate.
She wears a pretty little school skirt which never slides above her knees,
unless she hikes it up behind the stands for the one her lips thirst for. Her face they call angelic, all blue eyes and smiles that put dimples in her blushing cheeks, as boys try and fail to make her giggle at all the stupid things they say just to see the frilly lace of her underwear.Everyone always expects so much out of teenage girls, to be virginal and sinful at the same time, and ‘slut’ rolls over so many tongues for so many reasons. But Persephone is bored, bored, bored with the pink and the lollipops and ‘let’s play shy’ glances. Bored with stupid boys who touch her body and then pretend they are shocked when she tells them not to – she can make the flowers grow in their lungs and, although they are beautiful, they are deadly. Much like her. After all, she is not here to get a boyfriend – she wants a k i n g d o m.
Goldnwulf 