Finn
Out from your warm cave you came,
bald as a pebble,
with a war cry any viking would savour.
Your little clenched fists like Thor’s hammer.
And now that you can walk and talk,
strangers have no choice but stop
to marvel at you, golden trinket.
Mistaken to think it, that we somehow knew,
us family of brunnettes, that your hair would shimmer like citrine in sunlight,
when we christened you with this name,
this Nordic name, meaning fair.
Charming Niall. The images sparkle. My only nit crit, though trinket bounces nicely with think it, the word diminishes an impression of ‘marvel’.
Phil
I really like the use of Nordic myth here, how you weave it through everything. And I enjoyed the lightly humorous tone.
It’s a good point Phil, and annoying too, as it does sound good with the following line. Let’s hope for a rise in the value of trinkets! Thanks, I appreciate the feedback.
Thanks David. This one has been brewing in various forms for a while.
I’ve made a change to both the title and ending since I first posted it
Wow, what’s in a name? In this write ever so much. Love every bit of it.
Thank you Indar, I’m pleased you liked it.
A delight, Niall – I wasn’t aware of the Nordic origins of “Finn” though I knew your family had given that name to your littlest one – and knowing the connection makes even more of a pleasure.
Thank you Trish! I’m pleased you like it.