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The poems on this blog are mostly written on the basis of my historical reading and are intended to be both educational and entertaining.
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Friday 7 June 2013

June (Ærra Litha)

Outline Introduction

This poem includes various references to Anglo-Saxon magic and the forging of a sword. In Anglo-Saxon times swords were given names and imbued with magical power by adding runes. Nine was a magical number to the Saxons (note the ninth month was called Halig-monath –‘holy month’; the lay of the nine twigs of Woden; the division of the cosmos into nine worlds). The third verse draws from ‘The Good Reeve' an Anglo-Saxon farming document.

June (Ærra Litha)
Three spirit nights leading, to mid summers eve,
Nine runes on a rope, crafting spells to weave.
Litha the mark, of the longest daytime,
Wuldorfadur wilt, soon complete his climb.

The summer solstice, it be drawing near,
A time to raise, thine horn of fine beer.
Bonfires wilt be lit, on high hills close by,
Nearby the smithy, the fire his ally.

While the dung cart winds, its way to yon meads,
Mowing and harrowing, digging up weeds.
Smithy crafting within, his thatched work shop,
The shimmering billowing, from the top.

Formed in a pit hut, by the central fire,
Under Wayland’s guiding, hand to inspire.
Dragon’s final rune, begins to take shape,
With spell well cast, he wilt lend no escape.

Smithies hut is sunk, into mother earth,
His Hammer and anvil, have given birth.
No spells wilt now take, to blunt this bright blade,
The power of dragon, shalt not ever fade!

Copyright Andrew Rea 2009

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