Association of Polytheist Traditions
The Fruit of Idhun
Copyright © by Stormerne 1999
Barefoot on dewed grass in her secret orchard,
Shining like gold in the Sun's early glow,
Carries her cargo to halls of the mighty,
Feeds the fire-apples to ward off the snow.
Who gains from her gift? Just the gods of the north lands?
Just those whom she chooses, or those in her care?
All gain when they touch those whose breath she rekindles -
The spouse and the patron their energy share.
Casket of apples - full of her magic,
Each apple holding the seed of its son,
Every seed holding a new tree within it,
Every tree bearing the fruit of Idhun.