tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569576921313000105.post68908517616233736..comments2023-05-04T08:49:46.118-07:00Comments on RavMod: KlingeRavModhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15655782426610985621noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569576921313000105.post-74453768551070662832013-12-01T11:30:28.560-08:002013-12-01T11:30:28.560-08:00Couple of wee spelling errors... Woops...Couple of wee spelling errors... Woops...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00225229232945554333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569576921313000105.post-86787043976632142912013-12-01T11:28:14.339-08:002013-12-01T11:28:14.339-08:00This is a VERY rough draft of an English language ...This is a VERY rough draft of an English language poem, inspired by the fascination of amber - just found on the (Danish) beach - and the apparent interest in amber, as far back as Viking times... I have only spent about 40 - 45 minutes on it, in two blocks - separated by dinner! Diiner was good. I HOPE the poem is not too "terrible"!!! I call it Rock of Ages Amber.<br /><br />Rock of Ages<br />Amber, free,<br />Waiting, golden, on the beach, for me to…<br />Unseen Vikings, leather clad; blastblown, saltwashed:<br />Probing fingers, scrunched up eyes, near home, near those dunes,<br />Wise enough to bore and thread that yellow stone like rock made gel and wear it.<br />Trade long out, far journeys, longships, days, months, years out on some point of compass not yet fixed,<br />Out THERE to find their treasured metals,<br />Not to ask; to take, but trade if life could last till next year’s port and longer still.<br />And amber with its sombre goldlike light becomes attached,<br />Grows part of that rough mind, that trade not made:<br />Find something else to guide that conquest over<br />Precious metals, future wealth, survival,<br />All that’s won, sustaining backward, homeward, longing, lonely voyagers,<br />Village gone but people found, their amber worn but held in trust.<br />Hoard riches, start all over, buried treasure, <br />Other monasteries, traders, wait but don’t yet see them come.<br />Out there, on their long beaches, amber hiding, found, removed and follows with the wind, and the waves, to rest.<br /><br />By Derek The Dane<br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00225229232945554333noreply@blogger.com