Category: Poetry & Literature
The Great Theft – Part 1
By Wayne W AOR
The Boy sat forward as if he knew the words being spoken were for him and him alone. And in the flickering light at the dying of the year The Old Man told The Boy the tale of The Great Theft.
Onwards, Our Folk!
A poem by Suzi Marsden in honour of all those who have fallen in defence of faith, folk and family.
To Each His Own
by Ludwig Fahrenkrog (translation by Hariulf OR)
Your dark churches do not please me! I prefer the bright and shining sun!
And my women are a thousand times more dear to me Than your painted Madonna
Doorway To Valhalla
I have thoughts I can’t express,
In words I don’t yet know;
About a Land that’s best,
To which I’m soon to go.
Identifying and analysing allegory in Germanic Folklore – Part One: The Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales
by Sam Coles AOR
The Folk Tales of Europe are a treasure that many of our folk overlook, often belittling them as at best children’s stories, and at worst condemning them as utter nonsense not worth the paper they are written on. This is a terrible error of judgement, because as many of us will know, such tales often contain the Folk-Wisdom of our ancient ancestors (albeit encoded in allegory), and such wisdom is often said to be far greater than any we possess today in our endless search for ‘knowledge’.
The Journey – Part IV: The Revolution
by Redwald AOR
The cool breeze brought a tantalising smell of springtime, and Dylan breathed deeply as he pushed his wheelbarrow down the garden path. He stopped and surveyed the barren looking ground before him, then closed his eyes and tried to picture how it would look in a few months’ time.
Enchanted Forest
By Aeswyn OR
I gazed in awe at the beautiful landscape before me, a delicate forest of silver white trees. The topmost branches heavy and bent under the weight of curling and intertwined foliage. Shaped so by some long departed and forgotten gale.
Nothing moved in this enchanted and enchanting scene.
Heimdal, the Shining One
By Sam Coles AOR
Armour of silver, helmet golden,
Sword of gleaming sun-fire,
The Defender of Asgard’s peaceful realm.
Spirits of the Land
By Aeswyn OR
Out of the ether they come to us
Those spirits ethereal.
But there is no place
For them to dwell.
