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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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Thursday, 22 October 2020

The Proposition

 This ones just a bit of fun to take your minds off of reality.


Young maid I entreat thee, wilt thou partake,

Of a common indoor recreation.

By my troth, I hath the marital gift,

Perchance thou might, comprehend my drift.


When I thee inquired, thy voice were sweet,

Show me thine favours I doth thee entreat.

Wouldst thou not'st be glad, to have some sport,

Come hither lass outside let us cavort.


I warrant thou art skilled, in marital arts,

Thou know'st about those hinterland parts.

O by your leave, I pray thee entreat me now,

By my troth I am qualified to plough.


Art thou loath, to cast away thine fine drapes,

Perchance to observe thine beguiling shapes.

Those dazzling wonders, of creation,

And make me a common recreation.


Although I knowest not, where thou dost dwell,

I beseech thee this knowledge me pray tell.

I entreat thee, that thou forthwith admit,

As thou know'st thou art ready for it.


Dost thou think because, thou art fair of face,

That thee could set the nuptial pace.

Wouldst thou be glad, to have a merry hobby,

Come hither lass outside into the lobby.


When thou spokest earlier, 'twas very good,

I durst have sworn interest in my manhood.

Or was it that lass yond, that spoke so soft,

By my troth I have fairies in my hayloft.


Copyright Andrew Rea 2020