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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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Friday, 19 January 2024

 

Magic

A galdor is sung or chanted,

A galdor is never spoken.

The Galdre is true to his craft,

His bond shall never be broken.

 

A hex on thee he incanted,

Wearing his spider pouch charm.

The wizard says abracadabra,

The magicion waves his right arm.

 

A magicion says alakazam,

Is his magic hocus pocus? 

Hay presto sayeth the conjuer,

With a flourish he shifts your focus.

 

The grimoire says sim sala bim,

Open sesame, Pandora’s box.

Some sorcery, or enchantment,

Keep your eye on the paradox.

 

A lucky charm worn on the wrist,

Could it be just a delusion.

An amulet worn as a broach,

Touch wood to break the illusion.

 

Notes

This poem is just a bit of fun. A galdor (from galen -to sing) is the Anglo-Saxon word for a spell which was sung or chanted, often used as part of a healing. A Galdre is the Anglo-Saxon word for a wizard. A small pouch with a spider in it was considered a lucky charm.