Romsdal part I

A Poem By Caleb // 2/1/2018

From an old story.

Romsdalen is the name of a valley in western Norway through which the Rauma river runs until it reaches Romsdalsfjord.

Romsdal
For my Grandma Lee Love, to whom I read it night by night when I wrote it.

Where the fjord in grey cliff’s shadow
Deep and cold goes to the ocean,
Once there lived a man in Romsdal,
Old, and rich, and ugly Ketil.

War-days were long past for Ketil,
Farming in the peaceful valley,
So he brought Mjoll as his bride there,
Anar Bowbender’s lovely daughter.

She to him bore fair-haired Thorstein,
Who grew handsome like his mother,
But in strength to match old Ketil
Did not show the slightest promise.

On the road from Romsdal winding,
Winding through the deep-carved valleys,
Lonely woods and snow-boned mountains,
Up to Oppland’s summer pastures,

In those days there lay in waiting
(Said the people of the valley)
Some fell killer, fierce death-bringer,
In the darkness of the forest.

Like a hungry beast the forest
Swallowed every man who entered.
Like a snake the road to Oppland
Killed the men who trod upon it.

No one who that dark track travelled
Lived to tell what lay in waiting,
What grim death-hand sped men’s spirits,
Made that road men’s final journey.

Silence only, sadly speaking,
Told the story of the evil,
Left the valley mourning brothers,
Weeping ‘neath the grey cliff’s shadow.

Men then said the mighty Ketil
Should not stand by, weapons idle.
‘In his days before a farmer
Was not he a mighty warrior?’

Comments

I particularly enjoyed this

I particularly enjoyed this verse: No one who that dark track travelled
Lived to tell what lay in waiting,
What grim death-hand sped men’s spirits,
Made that road men’s final journey.

I look forward to reading the rest of this.

Damaris Ann | Fri, 02/02/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Caleb | Fri, 02/02/2018

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

This is great!

I love hearing stories through poetry. It's one of my classic favorites. I'll be waiting for the next part. :)

Libby | Sun, 02/04/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Thanks, Libby.

Thanks, Libby.

Caleb | Sun, 02/04/2018

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

I'm a bit late to the party,

I'm a bit late to the party, but I love this already. There's something about this meter that brings one back to the days of yore; it feels like Hiawatha and ancient gods and valor and battle all mixed up. I'm looking forward to reading the rest!

AmandaMR | Wed, 02/28/2018

"Come, travel with me in dreams far, far beyond the range of the possible and the known." ~Charles Baudelaire

I'm a bit late to the party,

I'm a bit late to the party, but I love this already. There's something about this meter that brings one back to the days of yore; it feels like Hiawatha and ancient gods and valor and battle all mixed up. I'm looking forward to reading the rest!

AmandaMR | Wed, 02/28/2018

"Come, travel with me in dreams far, far beyond the range of the possible and the known." ~Charles Baudelaire

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