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When do you slumber, whiskered<br> | When do you slumber, whiskered<br> | ||
wight, between your efforts?<br> | wight<ref>An archaic word for "man."</ref>, between your efforts?<br> | ||
Limbs of jotuns labor,<br> | Limbs of jotuns<ref>giants</ref> labor,<br> | ||
lathe they turn, unceasing.<br> | lathe they turn, unceasing.<br> | ||
Some find time for sleeping,<br> | Some find time for sleeping,<br> | ||
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Into tussle took you<br> | Into tussle took you<br> | ||
terrifying striker.<br> | terrifying striker.<ref>A weapon, in this case a bow</ref><br> | ||
To king’s side while keeping,<br> | To king’s side while keeping,<br> | ||
came your rain of arrows.<br> | came your rain of arrows.<br> | ||
Flight-swifts with cruel fierceness,<br> | Flight-swifts<ref>Arrows.</ref> with cruel fierceness,<br> | ||
foemen’s white shields splintered.<br> | foemen’s white shields splintered.<br> | ||
Red the eyes e’er ready,<br> | Red the eyes e’er ready,<br> | ||
resting not, for killing.<br> | resting not, for killing.<br> | ||
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Æsir’s drink came ever<br> | Æsir’s drink<ref>The Mead of Poetry</ref> came ever<br> | ||
easy for you, speech-friend.<br> | easy for you, speech-friend.<br> | ||
To gold-shunner giving<br> | To gold-shunner<ref>Generous</ref> giving<br> | ||
great draughts from your mead horn.<br> | great draughts from your mead horn.<br> | ||
Earned wisdom now waxing<br> | Earned wisdom now waxing<br> | ||
well into day’s evening.<br> | well into day’s evening.<br> | ||
Foam of fjord-bone dwellers,<br> | Foam of fjord-bone dwellers,<ref>Poetry - "fjord bone" is rock, so rock-dwellers ("dwarves",) "foam" refers to ale or mead, "dwarves mead" is the Mead of Poetry. In drottkvaett, kennings like these can frequently get very complex.</ref><br> | ||
famous one, I give you.<br> | famous one, I give you.<br> | ||
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© Michael Dixon<br> | © Michael Dixon<br> | ||
==Footnotes== | |||
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Revision as of 15:09, 1 November 2010
Written in drottkvaett in September, A.S. 41 by Toki Redbeard. Master Dofn-Hallr Morrisson has been Queen’s Bard, and King’s and Queen’s Archery Champion. He is an irrepressible maker-of-stuff.
When do you slumber, whiskered
wight[1], between your efforts?
Limbs of jotuns[2] labor,
lathe they turn, unceasing.
Some find time for sleeping,
to soothe the din of working.
Few your fallow moments,
few you spend unmoving.
Into tussle took you
terrifying striker.[3]
To king’s side while keeping,
came your rain of arrows.
Flight-swifts[4] with cruel fierceness,
foemen’s white shields splintered.
Red the eyes e’er ready,
resting not, for killing.
Æsir’s drink[5] came ever
easy for you, speech-friend.
To gold-shunner[6] giving
great draughts from your mead horn.
Earned wisdom now waxing
well into day’s evening.
Foam of fjord-bone dwellers,[7]
famous one, I give you.
© Michael Dixon
Footnotes
- ↑ An archaic word for "man."
- ↑ giants
- ↑ A weapon, in this case a bow
- ↑ Arrows.
- ↑ The Mead of Poetry
- ↑ Generous
- ↑ Poetry - "fjord bone" is rock, so rock-dwellers ("dwarves",) "foam" refers to ale or mead, "dwarves mead" is the Mead of Poetry. In drottkvaett, kennings like these can frequently get very complex.