For Roskva

Peasant maid,

Paid the price

Of parent's folly?

Or perhaps you were

Hero's daughter,

Sister of Swift-day,

Daughter of witches,

Following your twin.

At any rate,

Glad you were to travel

And live in great Bilskirnir

Under the kind eye

Of golden-haired Sif.

Perhaps Thor knew

Exactly what he was doing,

Took you from obscurity,

Gave you a name,

Gave you a purpose

In his great household,

May we in our mundanity

Ask of you the same.

Artwork by Thorskegga Thorn.