The Sea Chariot’s Run

Michael Kelley
Sep 3, 2018 · 2 min read

Steering their wooden steeds towards the setting star,

Crossing the swell filled field of froth capped ridges,

Days stretched their patience, each wrestling a mind’s eye,

The raven’s keen master guiding the Sea Chariots run.

Water sleds clad with wood, wind nets raised, racing along,

Weary eyes, windblown dreamscapes from weather-beaten journeys,

Wound biter wielders and the holders of wood walls,

Listened to Lightning’s hammer striking a full-throated song.

Brilliant rays of relief revealed the long sought region,

New and fertile orchards filled with dripping arm rings,

Deliverers of trauma, fanned the torrent with prepared trees,

Closer still they came, with the caretaker of Eagles grimace.

Busse entered the shallows, lengthy bows approaching the littoral lands,

Valkyrie’s vaunted valiant marauders poured over the vessel’s narrow bow,

Rushing to run across the onslaught of foes, random razings advance their goals,

Clashes of clanging cutlery, with an intensity of chaos akin to Baldr’s cutthroat.

The glint of raiders bite gleamed in the Folkvang’s Goddess’ gaze,

Shieldmaidens carried walls to protect the warrior’s whiskers,

Charging headlong into the commotion with unbridled courage,

The Valkyries’ prized selections vigorously faced the violent foray.

The redness of life rained upon the fields and ridges, wreaking havoc,

The archers tossed arrows, the protector’s armor wall perseveres,

Flashes of finely forged steel bites the Viking’s weary foes,

Rending flesh and removing limbs, raiders making good on victory.

Hectic wanes to unruffled with Odin’s heroes filling Hellhiem’s halls,

The Hammer’s strength stood tall, though some Northmen did fall,

Valhalla would receive the finest of the still logs lining the meadows,

Freyja entices champions home to the fields of the warriors with pleasure.

Song and Saga reigned that night as the victors sought mead and memory,

The morning brought discovery and great dividends in distribution,

Untapped lands reaped estimable rewards, the Jarl would rejoice,

Loading plundered fire of the sea on longships was paramount and long lasting.

Dancing on the salt chuck’s swells, All Father’s victors returned,

The distributor of arm rings could hardly contain the exuberance,

Celebrating the rain of fire pouring out of the seafaring cabriolet,

Ballads and Aegir’s cauldron spilled forth in celebration and commemoration.

© Michael Kelley 2018

Michael Kelley

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Creatively exploring writings and ramblings. Recently added as an invited member to The Kat Lehmkuhl Collective found at http://katlehmkuhlpoetry.com/

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