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@neukelte.hear-me.social.ap.brid.gySep 23, 2026, 2:26 PM

#WyrdWednesday #Celtic: `The harvest festival is called in Manx yn mheillea, or yn meailley, 'the harvest home,' "though," says Gill, "more strictly it is the name of the garland made of the last handful of corn which is shorn and formed into the shape of that […]

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@juergen-hubert.mementomori.social.ap.brid.gySep 23, 2026, 2:01 PM

"Since that time, hail appears and destroys the harvest of the farmers because they are the descendants of the hard-hearted people who denied food to the starving..."

#WyrdWednesday
https://wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/The_Shower_Maidens

@theghostmonk.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:29 PM

A well-known #legend of the northern counties features a Bogle who threatened to curse a farmer's field. But he agreed not to if he could reap it in a single day - then he'd also keep all the grain. But overnight the farmer planted iron spikes among the wheat, thwarting him
#WyrdWednesday #folklore

Woodcut by John Lawrence of the Bogle and the farmer standing next to a cornfield, both armed with scythes.
@niftybuckles.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:20 PM

#WyrdWednesday 🌾👁️
Who hides in the last grain?

Across European harvest lore, the spirit of the corn was believed to linger in the final standing sheaf. It might take human or animal form. In parts of England, the last corn was called the “Mare.” 🐴🌾

“Keeping Up An Old Custom,” 1953. Photo: Getty Images. Photographer uncredited.
@forgottenbeauty.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:18 PM

2/2 During #harvest these spirits flee the mowers. They are either killed by cutting the grain or may be brought to the village as a ceremonial Corn dolly.
www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/3715... #art #giftidea #folklore #WyrdWednesday #homedecor #harvest #autumequinox #vintage #illustration #mabon

@forgottenbeauty.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:18 PM

1/2 Feldgeisters are German corn spirits shaped as various animals or in human forms. A Getreidehahn is a rooster-shaped feldgeister who lies in wait to peck out children's eyes. redbubble.com/shop/ap/3525... #WyrdWednesday #art #illustration #folklore #harvest #mabon #autumnequinox #giftidea

@niftybuckles.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:16 PM

#WyrdWednesday 🌾
In Scottish harvest lore, the last sheaf could become the #Cailleach, the “Old Woman.” Kept through winter, the grain might later be fed to livestock or returned to the earth.

The spirit of the old harvest carried into the new. 🍂🌾

🎨 Cailleach by Mairin-Taj Caya

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@druidtombraider.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:14 PM

The Festival of Mabon is associated with Mabon ap Modron, who features in the tale of "Culhwch ac Olwen"in the "Mabinogion", in association with Drudwyn, the only dog who can help King Arthur track the magical boar Twrch Trwyth. #WyrdWednesday @wyrdwednesday.bsky.social

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@niftybuckles.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:11 PM

#WyrdWednesday 😈🫐

Beware the last blackberries! British & Irish folklore warned against picking them after Michaelmas. The Devil was said to spoil the berries after falling into a bramble bush, while Irish lore sometimes blamed the púca.

Best pick them before something else does! 🍂

The Day the Devil Spat on the Blackberry Bush" was created by the British illustrator and artist Andy Paciorek.
@forgottenbeauty.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:11 PM

Beware of werewolves under the Harvest Moon. The moon appears bigger and brighter and brings werewolves out in great numbers.
🎨Ivan Bilibin redbubble.com/shop/ap/4511... #WyrdWednesday #art #illustration #folklore #fairytale #HarvestMoon #mythology #giftidea #vintage #autumnequinox

@asls.org.ukSep 23, 2026, 1:07 PM

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
’Twill make your courage rise…

—Robert Burns, “John Barleycorn: A Ballad”. Based on “the old song that goes by this name”, it celebrates the harvest – & the whisky from the grain
#WyrdWednesday #poem #C18

John Barleycorn: A Ballad Tune: Lull Me Beyond Thee First printed in the Edinburgh edition, 1787. (This is partly composed on the plan of an old song known by the same name. R.B.) There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough’d him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful Spring came kindly on, And show’rs began to fall; John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris’d them all. The sultry suns of Summer came, And he grew thick and strong, His head weel arm’d wi’ pointed spears, That no one should him wrong. The sober Autumn enter’d mild, When he grew wan and pale; His bending joints and drooping head Show’d he began to fail. His colour sicken’d more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage. They’ve taen a weapon long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then ty’d him fast upon a cart, Like a rogue for forgerie. They laid him down upon his back, And cudgell’d him full sore; They hung him up before the storm, And turn’d him o’er and o’er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim.They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear’d, They toss’d him to and fro. They wasted, o’er a scorching flame The marrow of his bones; But a Miller us’d him worst of all, For he crush’d him between two stones. And they hae taen his very heart’s blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, ’Twill make your courage rise. ’Twill make a man forget his woe; ’Twill heighten all his joy; ’Twill make the widow’s heart to sing, Tho’ the tear were in her eye. Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Each man a glass in hand; And may his great posterity Ne’er fail in old Scotland. Composition is generally dated to around 1785, although Kinsley believes it was written earlier. In the FCB Burns writes, ‘John Barleycorn.—A Song, to its own Tune. I once heard the old song that goes by this name, sung; and being very fond of it, and remembering only two or three verses of it viz the lst, 2nd and 3rd, with some scraps which I have interwoven here and there in the following piece’, June 1785. Kinsley probably over-stresses the importance of the myth of the Corn Spirit still prevalent in the 18th century as the ‘kernel’ theme of this song, the notion that the ‘old man of vegitation’ is driven out of the corn at threshing time to inhabit the fields, then returns to be the spirit of the next crop (Vol. III, p. 1017). Low is probably right in assuming Burns had read or heard the chapbook song of 1781, the allegory of drink titled The Whole Trial and Indictment of Sir John Barleycorn, Knt., A Person of Noble Birth and Extraction... Being Accused of Several Misdemeanours.. killing some, wounding others, and bringing thousands to Beggary (p. 82).
@niftybuckles.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 1:05 PM

#WyrdWednesday 🍎🌾

Mabon, the modern name for the Autumn Equinox festival, marks the second harvest.

In the Welsh Mabinogion, Mabon ap Modron is the Divine Son, stolen from his mother and later freed from darkness.

An old tale, a modern festival: balance, harvest and the turning toward winter. 🍂✨

🎨 This Art Nouveau piece is by LadyEru, an illustrator on DeviantArtPhoto, no description
@juergen-hubert.mementomori.social.ap.brid.gySep 23, 2026, 1:01 PM

Shortly before the harvest time, an idol of the goddess Hertha was driven throughout the land, and on the way she would accept human sacrifices.

#WyrdWednesday
https://wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Hertha_Castle

@crystalponti.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 12:33 PM

Autumn is the season when a perfectly ordinary cornfield becomes unsettling after sunset. Rustling stalks hide whatever moves between them, paths disappear, and scarecrows become silhouettes. Folklore barely has to do any work. The landscape writes the story itself. #WyrdWednesday

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@juergen-hubert.mementomori.social.ap.brid.gySep 23, 2026, 12:01 PM

Fields blessed by Frau Gaur will yield ten times as much grain as usual.

#WyrdWednesday
https://wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Frau_Gaur

@putriprihatini.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 11:24 AM

Manten Tebu (Sugarcane Wedding) is a tradition in various regions in Java where two newly-harvested sugarcanes are dressed like bride and groom. They are carried to the sugar factory in a procession and become the first to be milled, symbolizing a hope for good and safe production. #WyrdWednesday

A photo of Manten Tebu ritual where a man and a woman, dressed in traditional Javanese wedding outfits, are washing two decorated sugarcanes. There is a screen for wayang puppet show behind them. A photo of Manten Tebu ritual where a man and a woman, dressed in traditional Javanese wedding outfits, walking in a procession to the sugar mill facility while surrounded by entourage with offerings and parasol.A photo of Manten Tebu ritual where a man and a woman, dressed in traditional Javanese wedding outfits, blessing the decorated sugarcanes in a procession to the sugar mill facility while surrounded by entourage with offerings and parasol.A photo of two dolls of Javanese bride and groom surrounded by offerings and multiple sugarcanes at the mouth of the milling facility.
@manuelabennet.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 11:17 AM

#WyrdWednesday

✒️H.P. Lovecraft, An October City.

🖌️Bernie Wrightson, Frankenstein.

@juergen-hubert.mementomori.social.ap.brid.gySep 23, 2026, 11:00 AM

Once upon a time, Saint Walpurga hid from the Wild Hunt in a freshly harvested sheaf of grain.

#WyrdWednesday
https://wiki.sunkencastles.com/wiki/Saint_Walpurga_On_The_Run

@crystalponti.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 11:00 AM

Harvest celebrations are among humanity's oldest reasons for gathering. The work was done, food was stored, and winter was approaching. Feasting after harvest wasn't simply a party. It marked survival, abundance and the hope that there would be enough. #WyrdWednesday

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