Runic Studies for Members and Novices

Fehu Old Norwegian Rune Poem Wealth causes trouble among relatives the wolf is raised in the forest Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Wealth be by all very much welcome each man shall deal it out freely if he will from the lord get approval Old Icelandic Rune Poem Wealth source of discord among kinsmen and fire of the sea and path of the serpent.		Wealth Cattle Fires of Creation
Uruz Old Norwegian Rune Poem Slag comes from poor iron Often the reindeer runs over hard frozen snow Old Icelandic Rune Poem Shower lamentation of the clouds and ruin of the hay-harvest and abomination of the shepherd.		Strength physical form from spirit charging forward
Thurisaz Old Norwegian Rune Poem Thurs causes illness few rejoice in bad luck. Old Icelandic Rune Poem Giant torture of women and cliff-dweller and husband of a giantess.		Thorn passive defense (some cost to defender) Breaking through barriers
Ansuz Old Norwegian Rune Poem Rivermouth is the way of most journeys but a scabbard of swords. Old Icelandic Rune Poem God aged Gautr and prince of Ásgarðr and lord of Vallhalla.		God (Odin) Answer
Raidho Old Norwegian Rune Poem Riding is said to be worse for horses Regin forged the best sword. Old Icelandic Rune Poem Riding joy of the horsemen and speedy journey and toil of the steed.		Journey Cart traveling of any sort
Kenaz Old Norwegian Rune Poem Sore is fatal to children Death makes a corpse pale. Old Icelandic Rune Poem Ulcer disease fatal to children and painful spot and abode of mortification.		Torch controlled fire invention
Gebo Anglo Saxon Rune Poem Giving to all men brings credit and honor Help and worthiness and to every outcast is the estate and substance that have naught else.		Partnership / marriage Gift equal exchange
Wunjo Old Norwegian Rune Poem Joy is for one who knows little of woe pain and sorrows and to him who has power and bliss and buildings good enough. Anglo Sax Rune Poem Bliss he enjoys who knows not suffering, sorrow nor anxiety, and has prosperity and happiness and a good enough house.		Kinship Joy harmony working toward common goal
hagalaz Old Norwegian Rune Poem hail is the coldest of grains god created the primaeval world Anglo Saxon Rune Poem Hail is the whitest of grain; it is whirled from the vault of heaven and is tossed about by gusts of wind and then it melts into water. Old Icelandic Rune Poem Hail cold grain and shower of sleet and sickness of serpents.		Hail Grain hardship that will prove worthwhile
Naudiz Old Norwegian Rune Poem Need leaves little choice the naked man is chilled by frost Icelandic Rune Poem Constraint, grief of the bond-maid and state of oppression and toilsome work. Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Need is nearest to the breast yet often proves to children of men a source of help and healing if they heed it betimes		Need Need-Fire the necessities that you need
Isa Old Norwegian Rune Poem Ice we call the broad bridge the blind man must be led Old Icelandic Rune Poem bark of rivers and roof of the wave and destruction of the doomed. Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Ice be overcold and unmeasurably slippery glisteneth clear as glass, to gems likest a floor by frost wrought, fair to be seen		Ice Concentration lack of movement
Jera Old Icelandic Rune Poem Plenty boon to men and good summer and thriving crops. Old Norwegian Rune Poem Harvest is a blessing to men I say that Frodhi was liberal Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Summer is called joyful when god lets holy heaven's king - shining fruits be born from earth for rich and poor		Year Time Cycle Good crops / good year
Eihwaz Old Icelandic Rune Poem Yew is bent bow and brittle iron and farbauti(a giant) of the arrow Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem The Yew outside is a rough barked tree but strong and firm guard of fires by deep roots upheld, joy to the home Old Norwegian Rune Poem Yew is the greenest of trees in winter when it burns it sputters		Yew Hunter's Bow something that bends but does not break Ullr
Perthro Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem The chess piece means play and laughter where in the middle the warriors sit in beerhall blithely together While not a rune poem per say, this is what Germania 24 has to say  about warriors sitting and gaming: They play at dice, when sober, as a serious business: and that with such a desperate venture of pain or loss, that, when everything else is gone, they set their liberties and persons on the last throw. The loser goes into voluntary servitude...		Laughing at Fate Accepting doom Chance
Elhaz Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Elk Sedge [eolh secg] (eel grass?) is found mostly in fens waxes in water, wounds grimly with blood burns whatever warrior that goes to grasp it		Strong Defense Elk Sedge (eel grass) Protection
Sowilo Old Icelandic Rune Poem shield of the clouds and shining ray and destroyer of ice. Anglo Saxon Rune Poem The sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers when they journey away over the fishes' bath, until the courser of the deep bears them to land.		Sun motivator warm hope
Tiwaz Old Icelandic Rune Poem god with one hand and leavings of the wolf and prince of temples. Anglo Saxon Rune Poem Tiw is a guiding star; well does it keep faith with princes; it is ever on its course over the mists of night and never fails.		Tyr Righteousness
Berkano Old Norse Rune Poem leafy twig and little tree and fresh young shrub. Old Icelandic The Poplar bears no fruit; yet without seed it brings forth suckers, for it is generated from its leaves. Splendid are its branches and gloriously adorned its lofty crown which reaches to the skies.		goddess Birch Growth / Birth
Ehwaz Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Horse is a joy to princes in presence of earls horse in pride of its hooves when rich men, mounted, bandy words and it is to the restless, ever a comfort		Horse (and rider) the joy of the rider, the toil of the horse
Mannaz Old Icelandic Rune Poem delight of man and augmentation of the earth and adorner of ships.		Enlightened man fellowship of man
Laguz Old Icelandic Rune Poem eddying stream and broad geysir and land of the fish. Old Norwegian Rune Poem Water is where a cascade falls from a mountainside but ornaments are made of gold Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem The sea seems interminable to people if they shall venture on rolling ship and the waves of the sea terrify them, and the sea stallion heeds not its bridle		Water something intimidating hidden possibility
Ingwaz Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Ing was first among the East Danes Seen by men, till he to the East Over waves went, his wain after Ran (goddess of the sea) Thus the heardings named the hero		Container of potential Lord Freyr
Dagaz Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem Day is god's sending, dear to men The great lord's light means mirth and happiness to rich and poor, useful to all		Day (new day) happy new beginning
Othala Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem An estate is very dear to every man if he may there rightfully and peacefully enjoy in the hall frequent harvest		(Ancestral) Property Home / fort