What do we know of a people sheltered from old Roman dogma?
Isolated from old scriptures that shackled man off his own heart?
The Norsemen lived under such terms, lived their own lives, free as the wind, so unafraid…
They treasured beliefs to the sea, where they would reach their Valhalla. To them, death had its own meaning, glorious to their reputation.
Immortality through men’s songs…
Here, as a song to their greatness,
some brand fresh verse, in time for bed and your own dreams.
history down to us…
river of fire,
they never feared alien God –
whatever raid was meant to be,
in the name of
skin trade & gold, what mattered
Swing an axe or
a heavy oar,
forever written in your bones.
© Nat Hall 2016
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Feathered for a day,
Feathered and proud, on the final Tuesday of January, as eyes of the world turn to a group of young Vikings about to perpetuate a tradition fit for our Nordic latitude.
It is a time when our Junior Jarl Squad shines inside our hall before they stampede through the school and then the town with their elders for a marathon of merriment.
Every year, the island’s sole urban centre sets itself for such day.
As night settles, their replica viking long ships will be torched like a winter bonfire. You can watch live via 60N TV online.
May this summons the return of the sun 🙂
Happy Lerwick Up-Helly-Aa!
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