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February 16th, 2012

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01:31 pm - A new Rune Poem, Draft 1
Recently, in a discussion with sleepingwolf, I ended up writing a rune poem. I hadn't done this before, but have thought about doing it for some time. This particular one isn't designed to have meter or anything fancy like that (at least, not yet), but just to get the ideas out of my head.

So, without further ado:
Cows, like gold,
Flow from the king;
Generous with wealth,
Avoiding the wolf.

Aurochs show strength,
Drive out the dross.
The cosmic cow
Brings the rains.

Thorns are sharp,
Painful to sit upon.
Giants bring illness,
Bad luck to women.

Mouth begins language,
A wise start for all.
The All-Father comes
From the opening-place.

Riding upon a horse,
Who carries you forth.
Worse for him than you,
But speedy for both.

Torch blazes in the hall
Where folk find rest;
It burns to the touch,
And dangerous for children.

Gifts are the responsibility
of those who have much.
Generous folk are loved
and known by all.

Joy comes from freedom,
Which lightens the load.
The gift of the unknown:
Not knowing brings bliss.

Hail is coldest of grains,
And death of serpents.
It beats the earth,
And melts into water.

Need gives no choice,
Hard work is its cure.
Children who learn from it
Will grow wise as they age.

Ice is beautiful,
A sight to behold;
It is the roof of rivers,
And a danger to cross.

Year is the patience,
The harvest we reap
At the end of our toils.
A blessing on the folk.

Yew, greenest of trees:
Upheld by deep roots
You guard the fire
And the bow bends in you.

Dice-cup is the piece
Bringing laughter to all:
The luck of the roll
Shows them their fate.

Elk-sedge, sharp-tongued:
Protected by blades,
Growing in waters
At the edge of the land.

Sun, the highest hope,
That lights the land;
Victory over the ice.
Shining ray, sky shield.

Tir is the north star,
Guiding the folk aright.
Truth and justice shine
Where his hand is placed.

Birch is the fertile one
Who grows when cut.
Branches reach skyward,
A strong crown of leaves.

Horses, joy of princes,
Give rest to the folk.
Prideful, beautiful,
Sacred to the gods.

Man is joy to his fellow,
But one day he may fail.
Rejoice now in each other,
For the future is unknown.

Water wells up from below,
Flows from the mountain,
Shines with bright gold;
Seek treasures within.

Ing came from the east,
Hero and king to all.
Over the sea he traveled,
The world comes into bloom.

Day is given unto us,
Rich and poor alike:
Filled with mirth and song,
A boon to the pious.

Inheritance holds fast;
The ancestors bring forth
Wealth that never dies.
Joy and peace to the folk.

Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: working
Current Music: "Oysters and Pearls", -JB

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Date:February 16th, 2012 07:12 pm (UTC)
This gives me an idea on how to more deeply connect to my ogham set!
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Date:February 16th, 2012 10:00 pm (UTC)
Indeed! Poetize it!
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Date:February 16th, 2012 07:46 pm (UTC)
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Date:February 16th, 2012 10:00 pm (UTC)
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Date:February 16th, 2012 07:56 pm (UTC)
I like it. Even without meter it has the the sound of the rune poems.
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Date:February 16th, 2012 10:00 pm (UTC)
It helps that I was reading a few translations (including my own) as I wrote it. :) But I guess it sort of does, doesn't it? :)
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Date:February 17th, 2012 03:01 am (UTC)
You did help! See, I wrote a thing!

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