Viking Funeral.

Lay him down
dress him fine,
weave flowers in his beard;
for he is loved,
he is mine,
paid for with my tears.

Battles over,
Warrior King
respected by his peers;
hold his image
sing his songs
to echo through the years.

Upon the waters
send him well,
let the flames begin;
Valhalla waits
while my heart breaks
and yearns to burn with him.

Michele Brenton.

Written in response to a photo prompt on the Poetic Bloomings website: http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/01/08/photo-prompt-prompt-37/

Inspired by this blog post by Jane Alexander http://exmoorjane.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-viking.html