Welcome to Issue 10, Holy-Moon. This issue goes out three days early, because I will be travelling over the New Moon.
This month we have another Rune-Poem, a document that demonstrates an initiate’s understanding of the runes. The title of Nathalie’s poem should make sense to all those who have contemplated the Allfather’s self-to-Self sacrifice on Yggdrasil, and the words of Edred Thorsson on his own contact with Odin.
Runa murmurs to me…
by Nathalie F.
FEHU is the flame of the river that spreads all over;
The essential spark to any start.
But from the bond of the snake dissensions arise.
URUZ is a horned and courageous animal;
His ferocity defies the novice.
But the nectar fertilises the valleys and fills the horns.
THURISAZ is the rage of giants;
The sleep thorn that pricks the valkyrie.
But the hammer swirls and crashes on skulls.
ANSUZ is the Lord of the Aesir;
His vital breath bestowed life.
But the guardian of the fountain does not spare his pledge.
RAIDHO is the shaman who rides;
The wheel turns and the wagon goes forth.
But he who wants to travel far will spare his mount.
KENAZ is the blacksmith’s art and the sun of the house;
The torch releases the darkness.
But the consuming fire defies the piercing stare.
GEBO is a gift for a gift;
A sacrifice to the peak of the world.
But better is to refuse what cannot be honoured.
WUNJO is the bliss of the carefree man;
Birds of a feather flock together.
But happiness has true worth only when shared.
HAGALAZ is the hail that plummets and destroys everything;
The shower strikes and releases the sacred seed.
But the ever green plain will turn green again.
NAUDHIZ oppresses chests and tightens hearts;
The vital fire flickers and resists distress.
But the hero penetrates his web and shapes it.
ISA is the icy beauty of the ford and the sleep of the furrow;
The bark of the rivers leads to the deceased.
But the destitute is chilled to the bone near the tree of crows.
JERA is an abundant harvest;
One reaps what one sows.
But everything dies and everything is reborn eternally.
EIHWAZ is the sacred tree that underpins the world;
The traveller breathes its vapours.
But its berries taste like the wheat of wolves.
PERTHRO tests luck both in combat and games;
The bold rattles the cup of fate.
But Urðr has pronounced her judgement.
ELHAZ raises his antlers to the highest in the helm of air;
The initiate soars on the wavering path.
But stung are those who draw too close.
SOWILO is the candle of the world that shows the way;
She brings hope on the hawk of the shore.
But if the Cold collapses everything will go up in smoke.
TIWAZ is the shining lantern on the pathways of the moon;
Raising towards the sky it upholds order and justice.
But the one-armed no longer wields the bough of wounds.
BERKANO is the glade that welcomes and conceals;
The ribbons twirl around the immaculate pole.
But barren the sanctuary becomes a cemetery.
EHWAZ is the close bond between a horseman and his steed;
Eager for open spaces together they hurry and glide across the worlds.
But his neighing rings like a confidence.
MANNAZ is the pleasure of the exchange between peers;
A life of valor calls for a glorious death.
But any given word is immortal.
LAGUZ is an endless stretch and the gushing source of life;
The wave stallion bursts into flame and sails seawards.
But the stand of storms works for the ferryman of souls.
INGWAZ lies buried in the depths of the earth;
Matured it tears its flesh to coddle men.
But an excess of embraces distracts from the utmost aim.
DAGAZ is the Glittering that arouses hope amongst men;
The fires of Surt consume the remains of the ancient world.
But awakened the vitki sees beyond the veil.
OTHILA is the sacred ancestral enclosure;
The Follower bonds with the worthy youngest of the noble lineage.
But each one within the boundaries has a role to assume.