Poetry Blogs (Vikings)
From the North Sea, wild and grey
the horde bore down on Scarborough Bay.
I overheard one of them say
"We're following the money."
Like a Viking raiding force
they'd moved their enterprise onshore
to probe beneath the Yorkshire moors
for oil and gas and money.
A mighty fleet of high power cars
overran the Scarborough Spa.
I heard them, wassailing at the bar
thirsty for the money.
Sunday 15th May 2016 6:33 pm
We stare across the open field at each other,
Battle is in the air,
One of us is going to Valhalla today.
We charge across the field with spears,
plunging it into the hearts of our kin,
it is too late to ask questions now.
In the midst of battle, I hear your screams
I am anxious to face you, my brother, my blood.
Two brothers meet, on the field of blood, our eyes are full of hate,
Friday 22nd August 2014 12:04 am