The Northern Way

The Anglo-Saxon Metrical Charms

 

MetricalCharm 12: Against a Wen

 

 

Wen, wen, little wen,
Here you shall not build, nor have your abode,
But you shall go north to the hill nearby
Where, benighted one, you have a brother.
He shall lay a leaf at your head.
Under the wolf’s foot, under the eagle’s wing,
Under the eagle’s claw, may you wane forever.
Shrivel like a coal on the hearth,
Shrink like slime on the wall,
Waste away like water in a bucket.
Become as little as a grain of linseed,

 

 

and much smaller than a hand-worm’s hip-bone, and so very small that you become nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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