Rædwulf – Short Verse
In an effort to post more than a few sentences, I present a short piece of verse I wrote a while back in response to some facebook comment. It was meant to be the start of a longer piece, but time is scarce. It's not exceedingly poetic. The "weekly" entry is later in the post.
Leoðcræftig ac leas rotnesse
se gleomann gnornsorge
on rowe besang. Rædwulf
modwlancne ac meodufulne
mon fand wætende weod abutan ðam huse,
hycgende hæstingan. Hlaford gefylled,
eorlas bugon, his earfoðe greow,
doc to rice, rinc to drence,
la, breostlocan beaducwealm,
wiges gifu.
Hwæt Gelamp on Londum
Ic eode aweg fram ðissum beorgum, and leng ðonne wuca gan wæs. Ic forðam ne wisse soðlice ðæt her gelamp. Ac nu, se snaw sweðrað, and mon regnes ræd gehyran mæg.
Neah Anglabyrig, feor fram minum beorgum, byð gryre-bealu, ðær eorðlyft gyt forð to ðreatienne ðara burgwarena hæle. We seoð hwæt synne hit wyrce on ðam selfan londe, and on lyfte.
Word
Anglaburg f. gds. -byrig, Los Angeles
eorðlyft sf. Natural gas; gecyndelicu lyft, or gecyndelic rec are other alternatives.