The Day of Saints - Day 16, Gwinear

The sun setting behind the Brisons

Having spent many days already thinking very seriously about saints, I needed a rest today (of sorts), and decided to capitalise on the strangeness of one of the stories, that of Gwinear. It is said that having been relieved of his head by King Teudar, much I imagine to that brutal monarch's consternation, Gwinear picked up said detached noggin and carried it away. A tree sprang up at the site. Anyway, I have resorted to the silliness of limericks to relate this unlikely set of events (bar the tree). There is no spiritual lesson to be had in this, to my eyes, but enjoy the convoluted rhymes!

FOR GWINEAR

A Trio of Limericks

An excellent Celt known as Gwinear,

Felt a grizzly blow rectilinear,

Teudar chopped off his head

(Should have died!) but instead,

Gwinny carried it round looking grinnier.

Still, he lived not for long in these kept isles,

And short lived were his new inept smiles

For his subsequent fate,

(I'm loath to relate) -

He was thrown in a pit full of reptiles.

They made him a saint in this nation,

And secured for him long veneration,

You ask, what just cause?

Death by cold-blooded jaws,

and his previous decapitation.

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