Deep in the darkest Arctic reaches
where icy windrows clog the beaches
lived a band of merry Nordic thieves
--Olaf, Knut, Sigurd, and Lief.
These were their names. There were no others
among this band of Norwegian brothers.
They fled from justice
their cargo, canned soup and Viking swords.
They hoisted up over slopes of scree
and rappelled down to a frozen sea!
The law was distant. Escape seemed near.
The brothers hoped for life without fear
on a distant strand where sunlight ebbed
like retreating tides. But the prints of webbed
toes dug into the soggy sands
revealed the presence of other bands:
frogmen-robbers under the midnight sun!
A battle was lost, a treasure won.
The mysterious fate remains unheard
--of Olaf, Knut, Lief, and Sigurd.
Another word salad poem. Something about these characters intrigues me...
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Norwegian Brothers
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Webbed toes
Frogmen-robbers
Good to see you're keeping the frog suit in mind
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