There's a reason
dear reader
that the Vikings
set out to sea.
Viking women.
Tall.
Beautiful and fierce.
They craved the treasures
of Ireland
and the fabrics of the
northern coast.
Sent their men out
in open boats to find it
and bring it surely home.
Gave them a sprig
of chamomile
a taste of watercress
and urged them to sharpen swords.
This was not the story of
Lysistrata.
Not at all.
Yet I know this story well
living with a Viking woman
as I do.
She hounds me
nips at my heels
keeps me on the straight
and narrow.
And at the dawn of the day
drives me out upon the
steel grey sea.
So bid me adieu,
you who listen
there is fury at my back
and the open ocean ahead.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
There's a reason
dear reader
that the Vikings
set out to sea.
Viking women.
Tall.
Beautiful and fierce.
They craved the treasures
of Ireland
and the fabrics of the
northern coast.
Sent their men out
in open boats to find it
and bring it surely home.
Gave them a sprig
of chamomile
a taste of watercress
and urged them to sharpen swords.
This was not the story of
Lysistrata.
Not at all.
Yet I know this story well
living with a Viking woman
as I do.
She hounds me
nips at my heels
keeps me on the straight
and narrow.
And at the dawn of the day
drives me out upon the
steel grey sea.
So bid me adieu,
you who listen
there is fury at my back
and the open ocean ahead.
Funny story - the Vikings called their journeys "handelsreise," which is the same word that Norwegians use today to refer to a shopping trip.
