Written by: Debbie Guzzi

In horned helmets and draped in fearsome skins,
the Viking warriors berserk in the village.    
Our men with sickles fight to save their kin 
as blood runs the path, men rape and pillage.
Our loved ones butchered and, oh the din,
as sisters shackled are thrust in iron cages 
And so, the Saxon shore of England bore 
the hordes of Odin and the might of Thor.

With the blood of children still on their hands
we women were carried to their foreign shore
to live as trells, slaves in that cold land
amongst cattle and sheep we'd sleep on the floor
our every breath at their Kings command  
no more to see our homeland, our green shore
And so, by fjords we woman lived and bore
children for Odin and the might of Thor.

Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Moment in Another Time