Introduction
This
poem is one that was inspired by the writings of Saint Bede.
Thrimilci means three milkings and is a
reference to the extra milking that could be obtained from this month into the
summer. The eve May Day also called
Wulpurgis was one of
the two most powerful nights of the year for magic, the other being the eve of
All Hallows. The poem looks at the way the May might have been celebrated in
the local chieftain’s hall, in Saxon times these celebrations would have continued
until dawn, lasting anything up to 16 hours, oh and by the way the drinking
cups had a pointed bottom so you could only put them down when empty.
May (Thrimilci)
Bone
fires of, Wulpurgis night,
Around
fires, burning so bright.
Frigg
the goddess, of love and mirth,
Lets
Celebrate, summer's rebirth.
Magic
power at, it's greatest height,
Goddess
of lust, for summer’s rite.
Wife
of Woden, down in yon field,
Before
goddess, thee be'est kneeled.
Cows
be milked now, three times a day,
Bountiful
times, we thank thee Frey.
Flowers
from fields, gathered for home,
Fellers
and maidens, faithfully roam.
High
halls heave with, men and wenches,
Mead-cups
floweth, round long benches.
Laughter
music, breaking baked bread,
Wassail
me boys, a whole hogshead.
Trencher
of food, in with the fold,
Heroic
stories, to be'est told.
Drink
hail to thee, join in the feast,
Now
is the time,to release the beast.
The
sun wilt soon, rise in the east,
A
full mead cup, until dawn at least.
Stack
the benches, lay on reed floor,
Those
traditions, of days of yore.
Copyright
Andrew Rea 2009 revised Dec 2012