this is my latest poem first dreamt up during my latter
period of recovery in hospital
it is my version of the Siegfried the dragon slayer
tale and stylistically follows that of
my earlier "elen of the
hosts" and "robbinhood"
Originating in eddaic
scalds and based on the bad families
of the Sigurdy Volsunga saga
the hero story was retold to less effect for medieval audiences in the Frankish set and frankish directed Das Niebelungenlied more a
"Nibelungen Not" where the
curse and the volsunger magic are
mere scenery and as a tale D.N had
little appeal until caught up in ill-conceived attempt to create a Homer rivalling "great
story of the North" with over
emphasis on the word "race"
which inspired the Arier pitch
of the
musical Dassie versions before the whole dragon slayer treasure pile epic
became hobbitual in Tolkien's
ruining of English myth
my new version the
Nibelungenlingenlungenlied will be published in the third collected volumes of
my poetry
in the first part Siegfried
is a aimless hero dragging his
treasure behind him and then fantasising
by the fire encircled brunhilde
unable to summon the courage to ride into the flames
in the second part
having washed away Brunhilde Siegfried
is unfavourably compared to her previous suitors and the wedding day is
focused on prophecies of doom
Nibelungenlingenlungenlied
Woden trees being with wish rags
riders of the sky wild hunt
long fingers one of
us one of us
neither night
mare before the Hecate
sunset
Siegfried split between two dwarves
wyrd weird
blonde hair and rings the very Teuton
bird eater dragon takes the jaw
Siegfried at the
dragons mouth
gold buries gold
sunrise
dawn adulterous on earth and sky
praying at a shrine
of pietas fear
Joseph and his child
baby wolf
Siegfried wears a red cap
beaker, crow , fat duck
hero
with dragons
teeth sow retainers invincibles
what teeth ?
he played knucklebones
played toss
threw bait to slowest fish
-army of one
A sword pointer than any sword
a horse racer than any horse
armour of chain no weapon can take but with one weak link over the heart
chain pull
invisible helmet
invisible man
most beautiful women in the world
fair hair like the
raven before it took to bad ways
red lips white skin
like pack trampled ground
most beautiful woman in the world
as illiadated by a
middle aged crone in blackest syren
of classical goddesses flinging some Greek of no importance
off white girls in show men statuesque
pop the apple
prize awarded rubbed smooth
"to the farthest"
given to the jolly ho traveller out of the north pole
sleigh cresset with
wants and goods
boreal cheeks ,apple, nog, brandy
"up Prancer morning star"
goddess fit for
brandy
A fire seafaring silk
frester, flaming Helena and Elmo
fifty foot tall woman surrounded by a metric of fire
watching her through reeds
chase hair
brushing combing
lying flowers at the gather
last of her knife throwing act
bosom belly and words
and words
broom and words
invisible man
dreams without flight
woman
broad serving at the boat burial of sexrex Saxon
lucky rex
three ages
of woman
bride, bracks, scold
Sieg hero lied
rescued fair maiden
lied
looked at his horse a
hay dipper
looked at his sword a hay dipper
invisible man
fear
fire
solution worked out on his toes And Or
bearing quadral
triangulium flow in stone to stone
rivers
he bathed
while rubbing himself
to sparks
understand cuck call feather speech
something of animals
words of bliss as birds do in their aerials
jays balanced on
saint buckthorn branches
chaffer profics of cunnings, traitors,
dooms
hugging and mugging crows
what hear
dirty minded birds -shags, albatossers
creeper
fur prey and compliment
a fitting weasel cries "where is my silver"
water fire
chapel and crib
terror in the lake
terrible in the lake
green knight
marsh gas
pot gas
snake row
filling with water
bones for my supper
bones for her supper
carry water sorcered buckets
words he knew no words
gravestone backed landowner
serfs and wood wode grunting
lithics
bent to rule a
straight Martian dying canali
paid in brass love pennies
pennies that turned
into fractionals
oak leaves beyond the forest
bury summer
marry summer
bury winter
marry winter
brushing combing
the
Nibelungenlingenlungenlied part I
Mark Littler 2015
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