Archive | April 8, 2012

Poetry month – folk song

Fairy Lullaby

I left my darling lying here,
a lying here, a lying here,
I left my darling lying here,
To go and gather blaeberries.

I’ve found the wee brown otter’s track,
the otter’s track, the otter’s track
I’ve found the wee brown otter’s track
But ne’er a trace o’ my baby, O!

I found the track of the swan on the lake
the swan on the lack, the swan on the lack
I found the track of the swan on the lake,
But not the track of baby, O!

I found the track of the yellow fawn, the yellow fawn
I found the track of the yellow fawn,
But could not trace my baby, O!

I found the trail of the mountain mist,
the mountain mist, the mountain mist
I found the trail of the mountain mist,
But ne’er a trace of baby, O!

O! Hovan, Hovan Gorry og O,
Gorry og, O, Gorry og
O, Hovan, Hovan Gorry og O
I’ve lost my darling baby, O!

Great post in traditions of the season. Good thing the Littlest Druid solved a mystery this week.

Ghost Cities

Easter is at once both an interesting and a mysterious time. One the one hand it is undeniably one of the most important Christian festivals of the year but on the other it has a wide range of baffling imagery related to it – eggs, the Easter Bunny, chocolate – even the very date of Easter Day differs on a yearly basis. Where did it all come from and what does it mean? Well, the word ‘Easter’ comes from the Old English Eostre or Ostara, the name of a Germanic pagan goddess. During Ostarmonath (the Anglo-Saxon equivalent of April) feasts were held in Ostara’s honour among the then pagan inhabitants of Britain. Ostara was a major deity among the early Germanic tribes (her name still survives in the form of modern Austria) and represented, among other things, the dawn, rebirth and light. As such she was closely related to the…

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