Thoughts - Northern Gods

  Poem for the Wounded Gods of Asgard by O. G. Osborne 22nd November 2021 Wounded Gods I salute you! Pain and blood you endured, To guard and guide your Kin, Make your victories assured, And cut through chaos’ din. And spread your sentinel gaze Over Midgard’s stony walls, Despite man’s constant failings, Inadequacies and falls... Hail the mighty Aesir! Shining, bold and true, Perhaps, some of us at Ragnarok, Will be able to repay you? Drenched in honour, dryghten-friends, Glory-gold of Asgard’s best, Sacrificed of yourself no mend, Without complaint or behest. Warfather, Odin One-Eye, Plucked an eye for his Kin. At the well of wisdom, He put the eye within. Swordfather, Tyr One-Hand, Severed his hand, for his Kin. He pledged it to bind Fenris, To seal a mighty win. Shieldfather, Heimdall One-Ear, Tore his ear, for his tribe, Deep in the well he sank it, To sense the nine world’s vibe. No coward can come near them,

 Hail friends. I'm not a re-enactor, but I do hang around with them and get some good advice. I managed to put together some reasonably authentic hand stitched clothing and panoply, though it still falls short of in some ways, it's fine for a beginner. I guess, as I'm a skilled melee fighter with a score years behind me, I can wear this stuff without it being theatrical; I can fight. The intention of getting Norse fighting kit together was to train with winged spear, 36" skjald, sword and axe, using some Hurstwic training DVDs and some basic understanding from my old studies of HEMA.