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
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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