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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.
Recently I have also begun posting some of my work with Anglo-Saxon charms. This work is somewhat speculative and is conducted as an amateur researcher and keen Pagan historian.

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Saturday, 12 November 2016

Seidr Space

Introduction (this is a just a bit of fun)
In Old Norse, seiðr was a type of sorcery which involved the incantation of galdors (spells that were sung or chanted). Practitioners of seiðr were predominantly women (vǫlva or seiðkona "seiðr woman"), although there were male practitioners (seiðmaðr "seiðr-man") as well. practitioners connected with the spiritual realm through chanting and prayer.

Seidr Space

Sing like a Norseman, a galdor or three,
Open the portal, to heavon for thee.
We wonder what's going, on in their head,
To open wyrd's gate, and hear what is said

Those Norsemen they knew, about Seidr space,
Divination rite, in a sacred place.
Cast fairy circle, call the quarters four,
So volva can open, that sacred door.

Wassail with that wine, that's made from the bee,
Drink like a Dane with, that melomel glee.
Chase it down with pace, bottoms up with grace,
Slipping and sliding, into seidr space.

Take old apple juice, bring it to your brain,
Down horn of cider, and drink like a Dane.
Those Danes they knew how, to raise horns sky high,
Priests didn't like them, they led us a rye.

Ample apples make, some jolly good juice,
But sip too much and, thy tongue wilt come loose.
Pass horn to the left, the circle to trace,
Sipping and sliding, into cider space.

Copyright Andrew Rea November 2016