A lay given to Eorðe at Hláfmæsse

[bardawulf]

Oh, Folde!  Food-filled | bright fruits you sell
For nobles and needy | all need you fulfill
Mother of mankind | Mother of Þunor
Might and main | are your gifts to mete
Through summer's end, Oh, Eorðe! | our effort sustain
As ever we endeavor | your gifts to earn
May your consequence continue | and acclaim accrue
Be growing, Oh, Governess! | in the Gods'

Comments

[heethen_crone]

Wonderful! and I like the pic to go with.

[bardawulf]

Thanks, Freowyn!

Yeah, when I came across that pic I thought, "I MUST snag this to put with my Eorðe poem!" ...it was just too perfect not to do!
: )

[bardawulf]

Hey, Freowyn!

Marion has suggested that you might be interested in this poem for the upcoming issue of Fire and Ice. If you'd like to use it, you're more than welcome to it. You can just credit Bardawulf, and that would be fine. The only thing I would ask is that we truncate the title of the poem to simply, "A Lay Given to Eorðe," as Hláfmæsse is behind us. And please don't feel obligated to use it; I offer it only as M. has suggested you might like to do.

Rob

[heethen_crone]

Consider the poem kyped. Thanks.

[bardawulf]

You're very welcome. I'm glad it can be of use to you.