My first assignment for my British Literary History class this semester was to write a poem in the style of the Anglo-Saxons, so I decided to make a nod to the Nords. I took a few small liberties for drama and brevity's sake, since I don't expect the professor or the class to recognize the source material.
The 7,000 Steps
Humble homesteadings in haze sits Ivarstead
The footstool and gateway to the howling peak,
the Throat of the World where dwell Voices never silenced.
Only the prepared pilgrim will see the heights.
The sky-road is long, the path is wild
Not carefully kept, but free untamed by any save the wind-caller
who made the way. Does Jurgen’s departed hand
keep clear the stair for the help of pilgrim feet?
Or do the traveler’s own treads dispel the snow and shrub?
A fearless few can forget and ignore the lost
who ascended the steps and returned no more.
Their fates, only the earth-temple will ever know,
for the sacred sights of the summit are never voiced or spoken.
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What did the professor think of it?