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Hail all;

Here's one I wrote, which was inspired by a fairly modern (early 20th century - WW-I-era) account of a survival of an English "Well-Dressing" ritual performed in the spring.

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Her Wellspring - A Nerthus Poem

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The waters dark, beneath the Earth

Wellspring of Life, True Mother’s Milk

Carrying Mægn from Wyrding Well

Flows in our hearts, flows in our souls

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Nerthus, Mother, good, fertile Earth

Birthing green life, which sustains us

Fodder for beasts, fruit for the plate

Give thanks we do, for stream of Life

- Burden -

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In Elder Days, we knew You well

And lived our Bond, in Your goodwill

We also knew, give Gift for Gain

Was our Duty, for Common Weal

- Burden -

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When the Maytree, springs bright and green

Comes the day to, show honest thanks

Laughter and song, feasting and drink

Words for Mother, Adornments, too

- Burden -

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The day does start, with rising Dawn

Mani has slid, into his bed

Sunna barely, peeks o’er the trees

The Folk gather, Well Dressing Rite

- Burden -

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Echoes of Blót, are in our ways

Dark Fee for Her, Who Does Send Life

Feast swine is slain, with Blessing words

Boar’s blood reddens, wells in Her name

- Burden -

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Day is merry, and day is long

All are happy, Luck’s been assured

She has Her fee, and Wells are dressed

Folkways honored, day comes to rest

- Burden -

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And Wyrdly comes the Water’s Touch

That mighty flow which livens all

For without Spring, inside our hearts

Our Souls will die, and become dust

- Burden -

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Nerthus, Mother, good, fertile Earth

Birthing green life, which sustains us

Fodder for beasts, fruit for the plate

Give thanks we do, for stream of Life

- Burden -

-Burden -

(Last line softly)

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