Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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Witch-Music

 Red Deer stag belling photo WP06062

At first hearing, many old witch-songs may not sound witchy at all, at all. Therein lies the magic.

To the cowan eye, the medieval Irish poem You of the Sweet-Tongued Cry may seem a simple nature poem, hymning the beauties of autumn and the rut.

The witch, though, sees both this, and more.

 

You of the Sweet-Tongued Cry


A Bhennáin, a bhúiredáin

Antlered one, belling

a bhéidáin bhim

you of the sweet-tongued cry

is bhínn linn in cúicherán

we love to hear

do ní tú 'sin ghlinn.

your singing in the glen.

 

Antlered one, belling,

 you of the sweet-tongued cry:

we love to hear

your singing in the glen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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