May 6th 2020 : On the night when Máni – mighty tongue of heaven – is now full, is the day of the Norwegian Pagan Martyr, Eyvind Kelve, who “was killed on the order of King Olaf Trygvason for refusing to give up his faith in the Pagan gods. The Enlightenment of the Buddha is celebrated in many Buddhist traditions on the day of the full moon in May.” (Nigel Pennick 2001 : The Pagan Book of Days, p. 68) A perfect day for an illuminating poem by pagan poet and Rune Master, P. D. Brown, an accomplished storyteller, excellent carver of Runestones and magical crafter of weaving words, who is profoundly steeped in the Poetic Imagination of our ancestors and skillful Skalds. The poem illuminates the mysteries behind, below and beyond the rune Tiwaz. As the Gild tradition is essentially an oral tradition it is best to experience the magical power of storytelling at a campfire on a starry night, when P. D. Brown’s words are woven into the very fabric of reality – their meaning shining in his eyes and the stars, like many of us did at the last World Moot in Vermont three years ago. Hail to the one-armed Sky-God and God of the thing!
Tiw (as in Tuesday). T, the god Tiw.
by P. D. Brown
Points up and on and to another lore;
Amidst the blue, upstanding, straight and strong,
The Father in the Sky, the God of War
Makes might have right, defeats those who are wrong,
Ideal of judgement, speared a thousand times
Down here on earth, where honour guides but few,
Berserker bullys wreak a thousand crimes,
Blaspheme this letter of the law called Tiw!
But there’s another side to him, unseen
‘Til night reveals the firmament above;
Star of the show, secured by spear pole’s head,
Two-ended shaft that joins him to his queen;
Polarity that some might name as love;
A mythic poem: earth and sky as wed.