Moody Monday (The Norseman)

 

 

The Norseman

I write love poems for one man,

He has the blood of the Norse running through his veins.

But today, no not today, will he get a poem,

For I too have the blood of the Norse and I am in warrior mode.

I find I am infuriated by his latest endeavor,

So we shall draw Ruins until the anger subsides.

And he will see his warrior wife was right.

My Norseman walked in requesting a parlay,

A bag of sweets for his sweet.

As a warrior woman, I respect the parlay,

Negotiations, the talk I tire of quickly.

Knowing if I disrespect the parlay I will develop a soul of unrest.

The negotiations finally come to an end.

And we go on to live many more days,

In the good graces of each other’s arms.

~k.Lynel