I sang of heroes from the
far past, of Bran, god-king
of the Island of the Mighty,
whose deeds outreached
all human strength.
I praised leaders of our time,
Rhydderch Hael, whose sword
flamed from hilt to tip,
and Arthur’s own father,
Uther the Pendragon,
who had led war bands
from west and north and the
farthest reach of Logres to the east.
Yet I knew one day my greatest
song would be of Arthur.
He was like no one else,
more bear, more boar, than man,
reckless yet shrewd,
impulsive yet never wild.
His star was the brightest in our heaven.
⁃The Song of Arthur, Robert Leeson
far past, of Bran, god-king
of the Island of the Mighty,
whose deeds outreached
all human strength.
I praised leaders of our time,
Rhydderch Hael, whose sword
flamed from hilt to tip,
and Arthur’s own father,
Uther the Pendragon,
who had led war bands
from west and north and the
farthest reach of Logres to the east.
Yet I knew one day my greatest
song would be of Arthur.
He was like no one else,
more bear, more boar, than man,
reckless yet shrewd,
impulsive yet never wild.
His star was the brightest in our heaven.
⁃The Song of Arthur, Robert Leeson
Forwarded from Wäinölä 🇫🇮
Elias Muukka (1853 – 1938) 🇫🇮 — Väinämöinen playing his kantele. Triptych. (1914)
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Forwarded from Hyperborean Radio (Uncensored) (T.L.K.)
Odin Creates the Sky from the Skull of Ymir by Torgeir Fjereide 2017
Folk Costume of Ochsenfurt, Unterfranken or Lower Franconia, Germany.
Every year a crown and a chair are made for the National Eisteddfod. The winner of the free metre poetry competition gets the crown, the winner of the more prestigious strict metre competition gets the chair.
Forwarded from GeeDunk Nautica
Before the earth dweller turned his steps inland to woods and fields
the sea god baptised him with
the splash of a wave.
His race in this country grew and increased, and sure enough, the fascination for the salt water never left them.
They stand on our shores to-day,
like the deep ocean, dressed in dark blue, scanning with keen eyes the dancing waves,
and never, how far inland they may go, able to cast off their desire to roam over the world of waters.
The sea is to them as a woman
whose beauty attracts, but her favours or her frowns alike bring trouble.
-Folk tales in Lowland Scotland
Eve Blantyre Simpson Art: Sea View by J. M. W. Turner
the sea god baptised him with
the splash of a wave.
His race in this country grew and increased, and sure enough, the fascination for the salt water never left them.
They stand on our shores to-day,
like the deep ocean, dressed in dark blue, scanning with keen eyes the dancing waves,
and never, how far inland they may go, able to cast off their desire to roam over the world of waters.
The sea is to them as a woman
whose beauty attracts, but her favours or her frowns alike bring trouble.
-Folk tales in Lowland Scotland
Eve Blantyre Simpson Art: Sea View by J. M. W. Turner