Walpurgisnacht
He
durst stay inside, on such a grey night,
When
powers of darkness, are at their height.
Durst
that he spy, the shady Black Shuck,
Though
he be stout hearted, and strong of hand,
Dark
elves and goblins, are roaming around.
Avoid
grassy rings, on the first of May.
Just
witches questing, for herbs of the hour,
Can
bear such things, with their strange power.
Worts
have magic strength, on the eve of May,
Carefully
they lift, before first cock crow,
Growing
in those groves, that only they know.
Collected
at that, early morn twilight,
Blessed
with magic signs, and spell casting rite.
Then
taken to old hut, and made into brew.
To
lusty maids in, their summery dress.
But
witches in the, late nights early dark,
Wilt
oft beat those that, get up with the lark.
Copyright
Andrew Rea 6th May 2018
Introduction
Walpurgisnacht
is the eve of May Day, a time when the veils between the world of man
and fairy grow thin. To the Anglo-Saxons this was a powerful spirit
night, a good time to gather herbs (worts) for magic or healing.
Anglo-Saxon
documents advise the lifting of herbs by the whole root ball to
contain their energy. The best magical time to gather herbs was at a
liminal moment, such as twilight. We have reference to the making the
sign of the cross and singing of nine prayers or galdors (spells or
charms that were sung) prior to lifting the herbs.
Gathering
herbs without the use of iron is taken from page 5, paragraph 47,
item 4 of the Lacnunga manuscript as referenced in Starcrafts and
Leechdoms of Anglo-Saxon England.
Puckers
(pookers) are supernatural giant animals that lead folk astray. Black
Shuck refers to a legendary demon dog said
to roam East Anglia.
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