Since I noticed that a certain secular holiday was approaching this Friday, I decided I would write a short poem related to it. My poem, of course, has some of that Northern flavor that my readers have come to expect.  It is four stanzas of ljóðaháttr. Its title is “A Short Valentine’s Day Poem.” A word of warning: there is word of vulgar language after the cut at the end of the poem.

Is it love lurking
or just lusty thoughts
in this frigid February?
From Roman roots
is the ritual day
of venturesome valentines.

But Northern Folk
by need seek roots
amongst the gods of our garth.
To Freyja they’ll turn
for finding love
or a fling to fuel their lust.

Better would be
Beltane for her,
but ‘tis farther forward yet.
So don’t be frigid
in this frosty month;
spark some spirited warmth.

Make hot your heart
and give hope to it,
or at least your loins this week.
Whether one night
or a wedding is sought,
Freyja will bless your fucking.

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