Inspired by the Irish myth of the 'King of the Birds', the wren.
I've been inspired by textures of historic jewellery, I like to imagine these are old coins dug up from a remote meadow, paired with contemporary design.
This pendant is hand made with one of my original designs on a recycled brass disk, each one a unique design.
Wren Day, also known as Wren's Day or the Day of the Wren (Lá an Dreoilín), celebrated on St Stephen's Day.
The tradition is very much on the wane now but in some few localities Wrenboys still go out in Ireland on St. Stephens Day. The central theme of the wrenboy visit is the wren, an effigy of which is carried about in a holly branch or in a box or cage. Previously it was hunted and killed prior to St. Stephen’s Day and a matter of honour for groups to have a real bird.
Why, of all birds, is the…
I found out today that my wife has never heard An Dreoilín! Wtf? I know we were both out of national school by the time it was getting popular, but I thought everyone knew this? It's like the Irish macarena! Do you have to have an interest in Irish to know of it if you're over a certain age?
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P.S. the song is from 1995 so it's been around a long time!
Drôlene, Drôlene, the queen of the sceneHer dips, her spins, the best ever seenAlthough she is little, her bosom is grand,Jump up ye queers and give her a hand.
Tuck up your pecker, pull off your pantsAnd join in the joyous genderfuck dance
The Minx, the Minx, all feathers and winks,A burlesque a fest of sexy slinksHe’s Montreal’s glamour-puss-tartHis strip, his tease, a sensual art
Stick on some…
Lá an Dreoilín - The Day of the Wren Illustration
On St Stephen's Day (26th December)
The myth most commonly told in Ireland to explain the festival is as follows; God wished to know who was the king of all birds so he set a challenge. The bird who flew highest and furthest would win. The birds all began together but they dropped out one by one until none were left but the great eagle. The eagle eventually grew tired and began to drop lower in the sky. At this point, the treacherous wren emerged from beneath the eagle's wing to soar higher and further than all the others. This belief is shown in the song that begins: "The wren, the wren, the King of All Birds, St. Stephen's Night got caught in the furze." Source
Wren Day, also known as Wren's Day or the Day of the Wren (Lá an Dreoilín), celebrated on St Stephen's Day.
Wren Day, also known as Wren’s Day or the Day of the Wren (Lá an Dreoilín), celebrated on St Stephen’s Day.
The tradition is very much on the wane now but in some few localities Wrenboys still go out in Ireland on St. Stephens Day. The central theme of the wrenboy visit is the wren, an effigy of which is carried about in a holly branch or in a box or cage. Previously it was hunted and killed prior to St. Stephen’s Day and a matter of honour for groups to have a real bird.
Why, of all birds, is the…
Happy Christmas the Second, and Happy St. Stephen’s Day! I just googled it to try and see what he was saint of, and I discovered that in Ireland, today is also called Wren’s Day, or Lá Fhéile Stiofáin or Lá an Dreoilín, and boys dress up in mummer’s clothes, so like cloaks and hat-masks of straw, and it mashes some Irish mythology regarding the wren with traditions of Christ and the wren (isn’t there like a whole apocryphal thing about child!Jesus forming a wren/bird from clay, giving it life, and then giving it to Mary? I swear I’ve heard that somewhere.)
But yeah! Imagine a little Jackie, maybe in the Selkie AU, running around looking like this:
Anyway, Merry Christmas, volume 2 of 12! Hope you’re safe and not a Bee-flavored popsicle. Love ya!
yes you are right about it being apocryphal. the story where Christ gives Mary a clay bird is from the Gospel of Thomas, which is heretical lol. we don't believe in that one because it was written many years after the original gospels and contains a lot of heresy as well as fun stories where Jesus murders children who are mean to him
The story goes that during Penal Times, there was once a plot against local soldiers in an Irish village. They were surrounded and were about to be ambushed when a group of wrens pecked on their drums and awakened the soldiers. The plot failed and the wren became known as "The Devil's bird."
On St. Stephens Day (December 26) in Ireland, a procession takes place where a pole with a holly bush is carried from house to house and families dress up in old clothes and with blackened faces. In olden times, an actual wren would be killed and placed on top of the pole.
This custom has, to a large degree, disappeared, but the tradition of visiting from house to house on St. Stephen's Day has survived and is very much part of Christmas.
The old man with his cane is wandering
In the day with his crown dragging on the ground,
And the leaves won’t blow where the women wept.
Clouds move,
Shadows are made and the ships of old sail
Amongst the freighters while Neptune’s gaze fades into the stone wall.
The horseshoe has rusted over the door,
And the fire’s embers in the abandoned house makes heat
For the ghosts reforming their tribal links.
The mare has hidden herself in the land of stone
And the cattle’s tracks disappear too quick to follow.
The well in the cleft of the rock has dried up,
With the farmers passing and the wild foxglove grows
In his tracks where he used to drink.
Forgetting has the taste of bitterness
And remembering a sweetness of a nectar made
By the eyes of the gentle people.
Everlast they say is a soul that stood in Time’s pool
To tear open the envelope of life.
Death held the hand of marching soldiers,
While the girl with silver songs found the cup
In her hands for those who wanted
To drink from the hands of the land.
How to awaken the newborn eyes after sorrow is the question of silence.
How to fold belief with ceremony while chaos chains itself
to the ever growing light.
The mountains are calling the presence of the sun’s worship.
The caverns of old and the moon row the boat to the shores
Where the land of a people who arbitrate footsteps silence
For the world’s awakening heart.
~ From the book of poems
"The Wren is Near" - An Dreoilín in ár Measc