Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VIKING, by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY First Line: O sister, flokar's ship is in! Last Line: Until he feels her arms again. Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors; Sea; Ships & Shipping; Vikings; Seamen; Sails; Ocean | ||||||||
O sister, Flokar's ship is in! Keep close and tend the fire, Or, when you have to go outside, Put off your gems and robes of pride And walk in mean attire. Vain are the fragile webs you spin So hard a heart as his to win. His banner flaunts the raven sign; His deck is red from slaughter; His single sail is black as pitch; His ship is like an angry witch That haunts the North Sea Water. His men are wild with lust and wine; Like hungry wolves they prowl and whine. Why dream you of his young renown, His lineage, proud and olden? No wife will share his pirate hoard Or lay her lips against his sword Or comb his tresses golden. He sails in hope that he may drown Where once his earlier ship went down. He lost his dearest treasures then. Beneath the ireful billow, The phantom of a blue-eyed girl Has decked her couch with kelp and pearl And sings the song of willow. Foe will he be to gods and men Until he feels her arms again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY |
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