Take My Place

Take My Place

You plundered Lindisfarne,

the exploits of your drakkon

retold in runic inscription.

Your prolific Skaldic words

written with harps and silk,

sharp as your axe,

soft as your skin,

deep as your Nordic soul.

They penetrate my thoughts,

 and emotion,

like your seax

plunging steely through my heart.

Are you a barbarian

or a noble savage?

Yield your oar

tired warrior;

take my place upon the thwart.

10/08/12

 

 

Reviews

[Yheela]

Noble savage with a bit of barbarian in the mix I think. ^_^
Not that women did more than rule the home.

Very very good, I like the imagery and everything about it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Inspired by you noble barbarian savage. But thank you. Not at all romantic me thinks no hearts and roses but...................the thought WAS there!

[Yheela]

Bah humbug, who needs roses when you can have an axe?!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok so who's for the chop?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh don't go there I am researching for a short story on Rwanda, hence my poem Dictators and Cleansers. Its frighteningly, crushingly unbelievable!

[Yheela]

It must be, one of the most horrendous acts in our time ... if the most ever.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The Nazis did a good job as did the Serbs.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow wrong place. This is a celebration of Yheela!!!!

[Muse]

Your vocabulary in this writing...ouch! Words that zip zap the reader into a flinch. Yes I flinched when I read this...ready for another fatal blow!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Blame Yheela!