Light laps in a windblown skirt
dancing from land’s fallen grace
While oars rake through a fog bank
and slice slick in a blackened face
Rage heaves the dragons head
exhausted of limbs it once held
Demons race thick in each mind
as warriors glance back at the felled
Red congealed like dripping rubies
a sword glistens of muscle and fat
Strewn are the horns and armor
at thy brother’s back
The deck is stained in rich iron
and flooded with tempest thought
Foul weather carries scent of battle
as honor of victory is sought
Author notes
Pic: http://home.exetel.com.au/manxman/vikings/CoolPrintVikingShip.jpg
A contest entry
- Medieval/Historical related poems by TyrannyForestFairy.
1410 points, ended August 12, 2008, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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well done for the prompt . . congrats on the gold !!
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Graphic and well written. I could see and smell the battle, "the felled/Red congealed like dripping rubies/a sword glistens of muscle and fat..." Effective enjambement there. Then you go on to "stained in rich iron". Well conveyed.
jjj
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Magnificant!! Just lovely througout, terminology, concept, personification, similes...all just stunning and the poem is definately excellent! The fourth stanza is beautifully adoring and my favourite, the picture highly suits the content, this is purely a masterpiece. Dazzling job! Thanks for entering and good luck in my contest
~Emily~ xx
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This is beautiful, and the picture definitely fits it.
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