October (Winterfylleth)

October (Winterfylleth)


Introduction
While many of my poems are in rather loose pentameter, this is the only one that I have attempted to scribe in pure iambic pentameter. The poem, set of course in Saxon times, is based around the Saxon idea that this month was considered to be the first month of winter.

October (Winterfylleth)

Winterfylleth, Winter-tides first full moon,

First full silver moon of month, wilt come soon.

Leaves on the ground, smell the seasons moist scent,

Summer tides full heat, has been fully spent.

Honour Thunor, for his winter potent,

Hollentide in spirit, power ascent.

Let’s celebrate, fear not winters starting,

Shalt we rejoice, at summers departing.

Lord Wodan, of magic winter tide come,

Tame and subdue, ruthless coldness succumb.

'Wild Hunt' leading, the dashing and darting,

Thine own strength and defence, art thou imparting.

Misty dimness, gloomy landscapes extent,

Descent into shadows, shalt we lament?

Shape of darkness, with the blackest torment,

Let’s not lament, into shadows descent.

Copyright Andrew Rea 2009