BLADUD SEVENTH KING OF BRYTHONIC ALBION

BLADUD!

SEVENTH KING OF BRYTHONIC ALBION

 

From The Brythonic Temple Of Apollo

Sited Atop The Plateau And Builded Good

By The Son Of Leir-Lud

Of The Descended Kings Since Brutus

Our Lord Leige Magician Bladud

Tried To Fly But Did Fall

As His Pigs Oinked Oracular

Amid The Pagan Thrall

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Oh Magnificent Temple To Brigit

Shrouded In Mists Pre-Christian!

Oh Most Holy Site Nurtured

Within The Seven Sacred Hills Of Bath Enfolded!

Oh Miraculous Earthly Shrine

From Where Bubbling And Spouting Forth

The Wondrous Warm Waters Restorant Come!

Oh Great City Of Light And Sound

That Aubrey Made

With His Marvellous Architecture

Of The Sublime Heaven’s Mirror!

Oh Design Exponential Patterned There And Hidden

Within The Walls And Precincts of Caer Badon  

 

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Bladud! Seventh King of Brythonic Albion

 

Bladud! Bath’s most ingenious young Prince

Had some grave misfortune ever since

He had contracted leprosy you see

For his Court banished him directly

So to later recognise him

His Mother gave her Son her Signet Ring

When Bladud roamed he roamed to Keynsham

And there a swine-herd he became

But his pigs caught it too

And so to hide the disease from his master

And without further ado

He aimed to get them up on

The Valley of Avon

For there the tree’s acorns

Let them feed upon

Yet at Swineford they tarried

For the pigs found hot mud

And they wallowed and would not leave

For the hot mud was good

And they delighted in their warm oozy bed

‘Till Bladud strewed acorns to tempt them ahead

Soon he gathered them to the road

Yet later as he was washing his herd

He saw no hoary marks on some of his swine

But he made no connection yet at that time

But when he recovered his sow who had gone back to the ford

He saw she was cured in the bubbling brown swarthe

“|This mud cures the leprosy!”

The thought was prompted in Bladud’s bright mind

And he flung himself into the glorious ooze one time

And he found out well and he found out good

That that the mud healed him good and it healed him well too

Swiftly to Keynsham Bladud returned

Where his swine-master thought his claims quite absurd

But when returning to Court

A sensation occurred

When Bladud slipped her Ring

Into his Mother – The Queen’s drink

Though after this he was acclaimed and recognised

He chose not to stay

For this would embarrass

Those who had sent him away

So he asked his Father

Leave to study in Athens

This was Five Hundred and Five

Years before Christ

Where he studied Eleven years abroad

And was known as Abaris, the Sage of the North

The Persian Zoroaster he instructed in magic

And to the Greek Pythagorus he taught all his Lore

Of Philosophy especially the Sun-Centered System

Of Planets that revolve with our home in the Stars

Zoroaster and Pythagorus retired into caves

To contemplate the knowledge there that Bladud gave

Then the Prince builded Delphi

And other shrines created sects

Where Pythoness hiss Prophesy

And adepts met their fated Nemesis

He flew on a Magic Arrow’s flight

As he builded these many sacred sites

Travelling round the consecrated land

Constructing magnificent shrines

‘Till at last he gave the Magic Arrow

To Pythagorus

Who then went and made good use of it we must trust!

Back in Albion King Hudibras had died

It was Four Eight Three B.C.

And he had been Seventh King in line

After Brutus was from Troy exiled

And had first placed foot up on this Isle

At Totnes on the Brutus Stone stepped

Defeated the last of the Giants

And made himself King

In Seven Four Four B.C. our  Kings did begin

Bladud suceeded and builded Caerbrent

Or Caer Ennaint, the City of Ointment

Also it is hailed Caer Yrn Naint Twymin

City of the Warm Vale

Or Caer Palladur, the City of Pallas’s Water

Then again it is known Troy Novant

The Valley That Turns

Aquae Sulis of the Sun

Aquae Calidae’s hot waters run

Our Bathe our Caer Badon

These titles well earns

Known Arkmanchester

For this was the Oakman’s seat

And these were the Druids

We tend to think of as priests

In their sacred city of Sulis’s shrine

The warm waters of healing of connection divine

Devoted also to Brigit, Brigantia, Britannia

Brythonic Dobunni Tribe

And here gathered within gorgeous

Warm bosom collected

The wise ones with their wisdom

And also those rejected

Who could bathe and heal

Or philosophise

And with ancestral spirit realise

The beauty of this now built-over ancient pagan vale

The holy heated pools of ancient sacred Sulis

Shrouded are now in legend and tale

Constructed close was Stanton Drew

Bladud builded too

This central seat of learning

Where wisdom grew

The University of complete Druidry

That encompassed everything now lost

Yet Bladud builded there

What is now mostly hole-posts

Bladud made it so the stones

Marked the planets and their zones

I have heard it said he knew

The paths of their cellestial goings

So placed it in stone so all could be knowing

Our Seventh King Bladud

Much Albion was showing

And his influence spread

Soon after the Giants were dead

His knowledge more vast

Than perhaps we have grasped

His antiquity unquestioned

He brought the World many arts

Bladud now had his mind on the stars

He could see them up there but would not get that far

In his head his Arrow was now the Northern Constellation

And maybe because the Eagle was the next in rotation

He decided to fly but came to an abrupt end

Made himself wings but they did not send

Him up from his Sul’s Hill Temple of Apollo

But dashing down to Larkhall brook instead

Where he shattered his head far below

As his pigs witnessed his death’s descent

After Bladud’s demise in B.C. Four Six Three

His son King Lear or Lud took the Throne of the Dynasty

Then in civil war his dynasty died

And thus another stronger one arrived

‘Till the Romans came and conquered them all

Though Agricola later rebuilt Caer Badon’s City walls

Some Druids returned there and their King was King Coel

 

 

As reported by John Wood architect