John Griogair Bell - Arlecchino Malbenvolio

So, a friend pointed out to me that it might be good to check out the rhyme and meter of the skalds … so, with only minimal familiarity I made a pass at my bind rune rhyme. It’s not done by any means but it’s a start. The parentheses are places that I have more to say than room, or are things that could be said instead. Everything else, besides the parenthetical, is implicitly if not explicitly, still provisional.

I guess it will be a while before I’ve earned my mead. It’s still a little bit like haiku written in high school compared to the real things, but here’s what I have so far … I thought I’d share:

No tree takes root or grows without seed.
No fruit falls to ground without tree.
No seed (by elements) splits, is spit or swallowed
(and shit) without fruit.
No seed sown in soil without harvest.

See also: Lugh circle cast

We begin, 15 degrees Leo, at harvest time,
marking space and time, as if with a plow in a field,
traveling the year, looking forward, looking back
to the fall ahead of us and a year ago
to the winter ahead and ago
to the spring ahead and ago
to the summer ahead and ago
back to the harvest time, where we are, were and will be.

The sacred is cut off from that which is not.
Our circle is well built, well supported, well established.
We are between the years.
So mote it be.

See also: Lugh bind rune rhyme, Updated Lugh bind rune rhyme

We are the fruit of our past
the seed of our future

From the seed pierced by thorn
grows the apple tree

No trees without seed
No fruit without trees
No seed without harvest

See also: Lugh circle cast, Updated Lugh bind rune rhyme