Bright Blessings! I am Robin O' The Wood! Welcome to my
World!
When the days were bright.
"Thanks! Thanks for Summer!"
He sang with all his might.
Robin sang sweetly
In the autumn days.
"There are fruits for everyone;
Let all give praise!"
In cold and wintry weather
Still hear his song.
"Somebody must sing," said Robin,
"Or Winter will seem long."
When the Spring came back again
He sang,"I told you so!
Keep on singing through the Winter,
It will always go!"
(author unknown)
Wychwood is ever-grateful to Brigid
and Diarmid for the photos and knowledge that bring the Sacred Wood to life!
The Song of Amergin
as found in The White Goddess
I am a Stag: of seven tines |
 |
B | Beth | Birch |
| I am a Flood: across a plain |  |
L | Luis | Rowan |
| I am a Wind: upon the waves |  |
N | Nion | Ash |
| I am a Tear: the sun lets fall |  |
F | Fearn | Alder |
| I am a Hawk: above the cliff |  |
S | Saille | Willow |
| I am a Wonder: among flowers |  |
H | Huath | Hawthorn |
| I am a Wizard: who but I sets the cool head aflame? |  |
D | Duir | Oak |
| I am a Spear: that roars for blood |  |
T | Tinne | Holly |
| I am a Salmon: in a pool |  |
C | Coll | Hazel |
| I am a Lure: from Paradise |  |
(CC) Q | Quert | Apple |
| I am a Hill: where poets walk |  |
M | Muin | Vine |
| I am a Boar: ruthless and red |  |
G | Gort | Ivy |
| I am a Breaker: threatening doom |  |
Ng | Ngetal | Reed |
| I am a Thorn: beneath the nail |  |
(SS) Z | Straif | Blackthorn |
| I am a Tide: that drags to death |  |
R | Ruis | Elder |
| I am an Infant: who but I peeps from the unhewn dolman arch? | (II) Y/J | Mistletoe | ||
| I am the Womb: of every holt |  |
A | Ailm | Silver Fir |
| I am the Blaze: on every hill |  |
O | Onn | Furze |
| I am the Queen: of every hive |  |
U | Ur | Heather |
| I am the Shield: for every head |  |
E | Eadha | White Popler |
| I am the tomb: of every hope |  |
I | Idho | Yew |
For information about the Trees, their botanical
nature and their
Celtic correspondences, visit the excellent Celtic Ogham site.
Recitation from the finger-tips
Dichetal do Chennaib (as reconstructed by Robert Graves)
Tree powers, finger tips,
First pentad of the four,
Discover all your poet asks,
Drumming on his brow.
Birch peg, throbbing thumb,
By power of divination,
Birch bring him news of love,
Loud the heart knocks.
Rowan rod, forefinger,
By power of divination,
unriddle him a riddle,
The key's cast away.
Ash, middle finger,
By power of divination,
Weatherwise, fool otherwise,
Mete him out the winds.
Alder, psychic finger,
By power of divination,
Diagnose all maladies
Of a doubtful mind.
Willow wand, ear finger,
By power of divination,
Force confessions from the mouth,
Of a mouldering corpse.
Finger-ends, five twigs,
Trees, true-divining trees,
Discover all your poet asks,
Drumming on his brow.
