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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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Saturday, 9 February 2013

This is the Thyng


Introduction to ‘This is the Thyng’
In 2005/6 local history enthusiasts rediscovered the Old English name of Hanger Hill Thynghowe (= assembly + bronze age burial site) which had been used for public meetings until the 1800s. With the hills original name together with its location within Birklands, OE Birkelunde (= sacred grove with birch trees) the significance of the site became a no brainer. The site is now controlled by English Heritage and represents the only intact Thyng left in England.

This is the Thyng

Birklands Wapentake, in Nottinghamshire,
Name of sacred hill, It did disappear.
Birkelunde it hid, from the Doomsday Book,
Its secret Thynghowe, to shadows it took.

Bronze age barrow site, its meaning mislaid,
For many years more, folk met on its glade.
In Sherwood Forest, was grove with birch trees,
But its name Thynghowe, did locals displease.

In green wood clearing, godly worship planned,
Ancient sacred site, with rune sword in hand.
Wapentakes to meet, site for council things,
A show of weapons, vote with lords and kings.

Marker standing stone, on old maps was named,
Still used as a thyng, this meet place was famed.
Sacred name lost in, recent mists of time,
Gatherings no more, folk no longer climb.

Thynghowe used as meet, for two thousand years,
But Viking elders, it no longer hears.
This Birkelunde hill, much time did withstand,
Thynghowe is the last, intact thing in our land.

Copyright Andrew Rea March 2012

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