Last term, Year 7 explored a wide range of Greek and Norse mythology. Many students also read an abridged version of The Odyssey. Students were then tasked with writing their own myth, bringing together all they had learned. The level of intertextuality was impressive – they were a pleasure to read.
Mrs Snowdon
Curriculum Leader for English
The Myth of Poseidon and Thor (- written by Lilah in Year 7)
In the cloudy fog above Midgard, home of the humans, Loki was plotting. His thin, ghostly fingers ran along his stubby chin and his striking grass green eyes narrowed as thin as sheets of paper. He hadn’t had a cunning plan for months (actually it had been a week since he cut Sif’s hair again) so he needed one, fast and he had just found the perfect idea…
As daylight came to sunset and sunset came to moonlight, and the moon’s roads of light shot across Asgard, Loki was there. Watching. Waiting. With cunning, Loki shot across the airy corridors, so fast his feet barely touched the floor and entered the last room on the corridor.
Hurried, he burst through the door. It was a very, very peculiar room. It had no ceilings. No floors. No windows. No walls. All there was, was a chair. The Hlidskjalf. A chair that could see anything and everything.
With great satisfaction, he took a seat. Yet, what he saw though was indescribable. He saw everyone from Midgard. Everyone from Asgard. And something more. A planet. A planet called Earth, with gods and wars and humans. He zoomed in on a god in particular, Poseidon. He was the god of the Ocean. His hair was as blue as can be and his face was sweating with anger. Magically, he was creating storms too. Sea storms. Loki, delighted, rocked back on the chair and cackled, “I am the god of mischief. The only god of mischief and so is Thor but not for long!” And with that, he morphed into a fly and buzzed off.
Later that day, Loki took Thor into the Hlidskjalf room and showed him the wonderful fantasy of this god, Poseidon. As pangs of jealousy wounded Thor’s body furiously, Thor clenched his fists and punched the images that flashed through the air of this seaside superhero as they diffused into nothingness. “I cannot have this. I am the God of Thunder, the only God of Thunder. I will go down there and put a stop to this. Once and for all!” he roared. With that, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut, leaving it quaking on its brass hinges.
A week or so later, Thor had concocted a mischievous plan. So that he could sneak down to Earth, he gifted Odin with a holiday; a break from this mythical land. A break from Loki’s schemes. So he accepted, with great delight, and later that day set off on his journey.
Shortly after, Thor took his hammer, and set off on his own journey to Greece.
Meanwhile, Zeus (in Greece) was setting off on his own voyage. He needed to go thank the King and Queen who lived on the Brass Islands for their riches and expenses that had been gifted to him. Delighted, Zeus set off on his black prowed ship, bobbling across the ocean and of course, Poseidon held the waves still and tamed the three-headed beast Scylla, as Zeus floated by on his black prowed ship. Little did he know that those waves wouldn’t be calm much more…
Rapidly, Thor was soaring down. Crash! In the blink of an eye, Thor came crashing down to Earth, holding his hammer up high he thundered “Good day, weaklings, I am here to take my thunder back!”
“Weaklings you say, we don’t know who you even are. But if there’s one sea storm god, it’s me. So shoo, you darn peasant.” Poseidon taunted, whirling tsunamis hurtling towards Thor. Yet Thor smashed his hammer down, which raised Poseidon’s head of waves as high as the mountains. Fuming, Poseidon sent gargantuan tidal waves but Thor stayed put. While all this was happening, Zeus’ black, fast prowed ship was sent tossing through the waves.
Finally, Zeus had had enough. He majestically rose above the ocean, this giant figure, while his grey tendrils of hair darkened the sky like storm clouds. Time stood still. Not a muscle moved. Not a wave lapped the sandy shores. Poseidon and Thor shrank back terrified.
Angered, Zeus hissed “Imagine all the sailors you’ve killed you fools! As the God of Weather, I have no choice but to punish you both.” Zeus had an unnerving grin. The two gods watched in amazement; too stunned to even speak!
So after careful thinking, Zeus found them a gruelling punishment. And with the click of his fingers, he summoned all the power from the two gods and banished them to the underworld for some ‘thinking time’.
So now, Zeus (God of Weather) is the only immortal who can make sea storms. And he decided that they had to be made by a crucial temperature of the water and ocean depth. And hurricanes are made when warm moist air over water begins to rise. So when you see all those huge, guillotine blades of water cycloning around, think of Zeus, think of Thor and Poseidon, but most of all, think of the man behind it all – Loki.
