The Leanan Sídhe’s Poetry

Gersemi, having heard: how her sister had made their mother happy with a song, wished also to please her mother: Freya.

Gersemi could not sing, so there had to be another way.

She tried to paint - she failed at that…

She tried to play music - she failed at that as well…

Gersemi then tried her hand at poetry.

At first: it went quite well, but it was not something she wished to present.

She remembered how her sister, Hnoss, had gained inspiration from the forest, so Gersemi decided it wise to gain inspiration from the woods.

She walked around the green meadows: lively with life.

She tried her hand at a few lines:

Deep is her love.

Her kindness knows no bounds.

And her beauty is unrivaled.

Gersemi sighed.

" Needs work… "

" Perhaps I can help with that. "

Gersemi looked around, but she was all alone.

" Who is there? "

" Down here. "

Gersemi looked down at the puddle before her.

It was not her reflection, she was looking upon an entirely different person.

" Who are you? " she asked.

" No one of consequence. "

" I must know. "

" Get used to disappointments. "

Gersemi shrugged.

(The lady of the puddle was actually a Leanan Sídhe.)

The Leanan Sídhe offered to help Gersemi with her poetry: in exchange for a lock of her golden hair.

Gersemi thought the bargain fair, and the deal was therefore struck.

" Where have you been?! " cried Freya, having looked for Gersemi everywhere.

Gersemi did not pay her mother's woriness any heed, she simply recited her poetry:

Freya of Fólkvangr.

Fair Freya.

Valiant Vanir.

Kind mother: your loving daughter makes this poem in your honor.

The Leanan Sídhe looked on, satisfied, as mother and daughter lovingly embraced.