The Hunting of the Wren

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By Ewan

Fri, 14 Jun 2024
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And after the season of the witch
and the sprightly, motley-ed yule,
gather we all round
for the hunting of the wren.

We have held each other,
we have sung our song,
we cling to one another
for now, and far too long.

And after the season of the witch
and the bright and polished city,
gather we all round
for the hunting of the wren.

We have loved each other,
we have held our peace,
we spit at one another,
and hiss like angered geese.

And after the season of the witch
and playing the love-struck fool,
gather we all round
for the hunting of the wren.

[For some more up-to-date information about the rite, go here]

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

wow. Hunting the wren. That was something new I learned. Poor women of the Famine. Thanks. 

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

I first came across the tell of  the practice as a result of hearing and seeing Lankum perform their haunting song of the same name in early 2020, it gave me goosebumps, still does.

Good read, fine write.

best

L

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Excellent poem, love the dark intertwine of history and folklore and the carolling structure. Poor wrens, the burden of their song. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

I'd never heard of this, and it's fascinating. Thanks for the link. And a great poem.

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

New to me, as well. Thanks for the terrific poem and back history. 

rich

 

Submitted by Ewan on

 for reading - and for your kind

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