Introduction
While in the railway station of Sao Bento in Porto in Portugal I became aware
that one of the tiled panels depicted a procession of the Virgin Mary
high atop a cart drawn by four oxen (see photo). I have also
established that in order to have the oxen draw the cart, the town
had to have a special dispensation from the Pope.
So
why would the dispensation be
required?
Probably because the use of animals, especially oxen, in religious
processions was something
that the Pagans did. Now we know that the priests of Nerthus
sometimes
led a procession with an image of Nerthus (Goddess of fertility,
strongly connected with the harvest of grain), so what might the
procession have looked like?
Note
- Waldorfador is the sun god as mentioned by Saint Bede, alongside
Nerthus in his reference to the planting of Sol cakes in February
(Solmonath = month of mud).
Weod monthath was the month of August.
Weod monthath was the month of August.
This
poem is an attempt to
depict
such a procession.
Nerthus
Procession
Cutting
the harvest, working from dry dawn,
From
the first days toil, harvest of ripe corn.
Last
neck of new corn, cut by a young lad,
Taken
to decked wain, and ritually clad.
Crafted
of the last, central field stuck formed,
To
be drawn on high, by stout oxen horned.
On
sacred high throne, of long wooden wain,
Garlands
of flowers, and tall sheaves of grain.
Our
Goddess Nerthus, decked in clean bright cloth,
Singing
such soft songs, we pledge our true troth.
To
be placed on wain, and bedecked oxen drawn,
Garlands
of flowers, on long oxen horn.
Hay
wain dressed with sweet, flowers fresh from mead,
Three
bare footed maids, the oxen to lead.
Crowned
with twisted wheat, these maidens so fare,
Corn
dolly in hand, and long flowing hair.
On
high throne bedecked, with fresh fragrant flowers,
Cut
from the meadow, holy herb bowers.
Nerthus
hail unto thee, sacred chant to read,
With
broach on fine gown, long robed priest to lead.
Along
the headland, and into long lane,
Singing
to Nerthus, on high on her wain.
Ample
abundance, in her golden gown,
Winding
their way to, centre of small town.
Weod
monthath with, warm waldorfador,
Long
robed Nerthus priest, soft chanting galdor.
Hymns
to our lady, on highest wain top,
From
evil forces, protecting the crop.
Copyright Andrew Rea Yule 2017