Viking Dawn – The Boarding Party, a Poem
The Boarding Party
Their boat turned in towards us
ready to board our vessel
to take us to their island,
a fastness, craggy, bleak, timeless place.
To winter peat fires, gales, darkness,
weird northern tales of gods and trolls,
black nights seared by bright light curtains,
a violent Viking heritage.
A place where cold sea and ocean
overturn the crippled sea stacks,
our lives in the boarding party’s
hands and our skilful pilot.
Hi Nigel. Great theme – very evocative!!
February 3, 2016 at 4:35 pm
Hello Hanna 🙂 🙂
Thank you , very pleased enjoyed this post , I loved visiting the location and will do a full post very soon on the Viking village 🙂
February 3, 2016 at 6:07 pm
I really looking forward to that, Nigel. What an exiting life some of them must have had exploring the seas and new countries. Interesting time back then 🙂
February 3, 2016 at 7:27 pm