ᚠ fee-entitled we take our due
ᚢ aurochs on our western shore
ᚦ thorn in the side of Romans
Britons
all
ᚩ mouth agape you
ᚱ ride
run
flee before us
as
ᚳ torch aloft we burn.
ᚷ gift of calm sea
in bold &
ᚹ bliss
we ship for new lands
ᚻ hail-heavy winter falls behind
ᚾ need draws us fore
ᛁ ice-crusted sails
snap the wind
to
ᛄ harvest of seas
& shore-dwellers
ᛇ yew bows & iron swords
ᛈ pear-wood buckets
to spill the sea
ᛉ elk-sedge on alien shores
ᛋ sun splashed fire
upon the waves.
ᛏ glory in gods
& war
ᛒ birch rod to blind-backs
ᛖ horse-hoofs drum the distance
& away.
ᛗ man we were made
to sing
ᛚ water from springs into oceans
ᛝ hero to our hearth &
ᛟ estate
that we will gift this
ᛞ day & all days.
ᚪ oak boards underfoot
ᚫ ash-masted tree of life
ᚣ bows to hand
silent snaking
ᛡ eels we slip into villages
the
ᛠ grave it holds no fear
– or favour yet.