Lindisfarne

Fear the omens—famine,

fire-drakes—symbols dire of

shocking furor, spear-din,

shouts: our sand-beach landing.

Treasure blood-bought, terror

tramping grayhalls; falls the

wave-sent, far-sailed warband

wasting boldly: gold-lust.

 

 Another dróttkvætt for the Yeah Write April poetry slam.

29 thoughts on “Lindisfarne”

    1. I just used Rowan’s post at Yeah Write Writing Help (the link above), but her checklist in those comments helped the most. Hard, hard, but in a fun way. 😉

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  1. The meter in this one, Jennifer, is like the beating of war drums. I’ve been mindful of synecdoches lately; mostly because I’ve been trying to understand how to use them. So I appreciated “grayhalls” for castle. And the number of spears that must have been thrown at once to create a din was a telling image for me. Nice!

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    1. Thanks, Nate. The trochaic rhythm took some getting used to (in writing, I mean), but I guess those Vikings knew what they were about!

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  2. First of all, I’m in awe of you for doing two of these! Second, Lindisfarne. How could I not love that!? And finally, coincidentally too, when I first read this I was in awe of your use of hyphens (all very Dickensen). Gold-lust is my favourite but spear-din and wave-sent are also wonderful. And I just need to say that if it hadn’t been for your two drottkvaets, I would never have written one. Somehow, yours made the form seem approachable.

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    1. Aw, I’m so glad you tried it, because your results were beautiful. Steep learning curve, but the second one was truly easier (not nearly as many cross-outs in my drafts). And thank you for being so sweet and supportive. ❤

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  3. Ooh, I liked this. Very dramatic. And, like Nate, I’m impressed that you did two drottkvaetts (drottkvaetti? what is the plural of that, I wonder?). I did one and barely managed that. Yours was splendid.

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