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keeping watch

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Some eleventh and twelfth century Scandanavian rune stones were established as memorials to family members.

The Bro rune stone in Uppland, Sweden, was raised by a wife, Ginnlög, in honor of her dead husband, Assur.  It also commemorates the building of a bridge (a causeway across marshy ground) in memory of Assur.

The stone is carved with two serpent bands, around an ornamental cross.  It says that Assur kept watch with a comrade Gæitir, as part of the Víkinga vorđr, a local defense force against Viking raiders.  The photo below is taken from:

Beginning in the 8th century, Viking raids were carried out regularly in England and Ireland.  Two well-known raids were on the monasteries at Lindesfarne in England (793 AD)  and Glendalough in Ireland (834 AD).

In the first stanza of the poem below is a poetic form called a ‘kenning’.  The ‘kenning’ is a figure of speech using two or more words to convey an idea or image.  It is usually associated with Norse and Anglo-Saxon poetry.  For example, ‘silver sun’ is a kenning for ‘moon’, and ‘summer smoke’ is a kenning for the windborne seeds of milkweed.

'summer smoke' of Rough Hawkweed (Hieracium scabrum Michx.)


keeping watch

                        the Bro Stone, Uppland


          bitter is the wind this night

         which tosses up the ocean’s hair so white

          merciless men I need not fear

          who cross from Lothland on an ocean clear

                                         – Irish monk, 8th century



on a calm night

under the shine of the silver sun

the shadow-self of dragon

square sail, glint of gold

swords polished and drawn



these are signs:

     blue sky

     the white belly of a gull

     lifted on the thickness of air

     stalks of milkweed bent

     their summer smoke pushed inland



no fear tonight

the wind bitter

the ocean tossed

Gætir, new leader of the watch

may sleep

I warm my hands

in Assur’s cloak, now mine

today I raised a bridge

and this sad stone

to my husband

my Víkinga vörđr

my protector from the raid



bitter this night

but safe

no dragon-kind

from the Danish shore

yet will I watch

listen to the whisper of milkweed stems

rumors of Lindesfarne

and Glendalough

where the coil of a serpent

may strangle a simple cross   


© Jane Tims 2004

Written by jane tims

October 15, 2011 at 4:58 am

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