Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Blank verse

Wicked Afloat

WICKED AFLOAT


                     He asails the Irish dawn-- avidly tore a hole in yellows
     She in dreams --awaits his eyes blue-cast amidst the ice fog-- eagerly searches
Other maddened icebound maidens awaited longships and thrilling iron fellows
Weary of ice and snow -- encompassing thrumming asunder hearts --aborn to escape
           Dragonheads emerge  through ice clouds-- elate fragile idling maidens awake
                          Ships escort Thor's exhilerating beckoned iron hammered  army

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