Well, it’s Friday. But why is it called Friday? How were the days of the week for the English speaking world named, and who named them? The short answer is that five thousand years ago the Sumerians did not have telescopes. The longer answer is that without telescopes Sumerian astronomers could see no farther than Saturn with the naked eye, and to the Sumerians the seven points of light moving against the background of the unmoving stars were gods. The Sumerians prayed to these seven gods, each on his own day, giving rise to the custom of a seven day block of time, with the eighth day reverting to god number one, the ninth day to god number two, and so on. This practice moved north through Mesopotamia, eventually reaching Greece and Rome, who of course named the days after their own gods. In the fifth century AD the Emperor Justinian, in an attempt to rescue the Western empire from the barbarians, called the last of the Legions home from Britain, whereupon the Pope, desirous of converting the heathen Norwegians living in the English midlands, as they do to this day, instructed his envoys to give the Norsemen whatever they wanted so long as they converted to Christianity. Curiously, all the Norsemen wanted was a small remembrance of their gods. Verse-afire has come into possession of a transcript of that meeting, and the following is how it all went down:
We shall embrace your Christian god
The Norsemen said at once
And hope you do not think it odd
That we accept your months
But must insist that we may name
The days after our own
That you may not return in shame
To fail the papal throne
Your Roman gods have seen their times
Of triumph and despair
But northern gods for northern climes
Is what we think is fair
The god that’s known to you as Sol
To us his name is Sun
So with permission we shall call
The Sun’s day number one
The goddess Luna as you know
Is she we know as Moon
So Moon’s day will come next and so
We’ll all be Christians soon
Now Mercury is surely swift
But Tew is just as fast
So Tew’s day is our little gift
To those who prize the past
Now Wodin must take pride of place
At midweek just because
On Wodin’s day we all must face
The fact that he is boss
And Thor’s day we cannot forget
The man known as The Hammer
A man of princely pride, and yet
Embarrassed by his stammer
The goddess Freya brings us to
The ending of our story
For Freya’s day will see us through
The week of Christian glory
But there are seven days, not six
The papal envoys cried
Another god, you’ve many picks
Including those who’ve died
Or you can use a god of ours
The one we know as Saturn
His countenance we know doth sours
The righteous and the slattern
The Norsemen said your Roman guy
Is not unto our liking
But Saturn’s day, we’re eye to eye
We’ll just make him a Viking
The envoys left, returned to Rome
The Norsemen kept their bargain
But in the dark and safe at home
My heart and soul does hearken
To olden days and olden gods
When strong men strode the earth
And men would fight against the odds
For god and wife and hearth
Check out my novel PHILLY STREETS on Amazon