The Galdr’s Battle Spell

 

Oh thee Haegtesse, I do summon thee,

Decent from the sky, make our enemies flea.

Stir up much mayhem, before our great might,

Split their ranks asunder, put them to flight.

 

Blunt their feeble swords, and shatter their strength,

May their broad swords break, to half of their length.

Let their linden shields, splinter and shatter,

Let our enemy tremble, in dread and scatter.

 

With thunderous bolts, Wotan strike our prey,

Cause their spears to rot, their hopes to decay.

May heavens hail down, with wrath and strong storm,

Grimr assist us, and destory their swarm.

 

I summon Waldorfaedor, blind their sight,

Leave them stumbling, lost in shadowed night.

Tiw fill us all with, thy strong battle might,

Give us victory in, this true noble fight.

 

Drichten grant strength, that will never wane,

Advantage be ours, their efforts in vein.

May our swords and seaxs, stay ever bright,

Give us swift speed, of the fire drake’s flight.

 

May power of wild boar, reinforce our flanks,

We’ll slither like fishes, between their ranks.

Linden shields stand firm, and strengthen our hand,

Unyielding we rise, by Drichten we stand.

 

Copyright Andrew Rea Mid Summer 2025

Notes

Haegtesse - wild, armed supernatural women riding out in a group and causing harm havoc and mayhem! But also known to help warriors on the battlefield and hinder others.

Grimr - Wotan’s physical form on Earth.

Waldorfaedor - the solar god, the consort to Nerthus.

Tiw - the god of war, Tiw’s day became Tuesday.

Drichten - the Lord, as in god.

Fairy Ash Meadow

 

Why dost thou not go, to yonder meadow,

Where choral cow parsley, dost dwell and blow.

Weary willow herb, in tall bunches long,

Camp campanula, in clusters ding dong.

 

Partying plantains, march over the green,

And dosey dead nettle, darkly unseen.

Unnoticed fairies, they frolic about,

Where one may observe, young flowers to sprout.

 

Unseen by your eyes, fairies lark and play,

As merry field wights, in the meadow fey.

Those creatures unseen, hiding in their nook,

It’s not what one sees, it’s where you don’t look.

 

They glide through shadows, you may not yet see,

Flicker of vision, behind the ash tree.

Sprinkling fairy dust, growing the flowers,

Helped by a little, warm summer showers.

 

Concealed field wights and, small meadow sprites,

Nightly weaving their, misterious rites.

Protecting the ash, by side of the field,

Long staves, arrows spears, and Yule logs to yield.

 

Copyright Afterre Lithe 2025 Andrew Rea