Sunday, 17 January 2016

Bare Sark

When the Vikings came, the
most feared were the
naked ones, the
baresarkers, so
enamoured of battle they
threw themselves on the foe,
fearlessly, just as you
threw yourself on me,
eyes aglint,
bare sark.

(Image used by kind permission of to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)