The sky-battle’s1 left a mud-puddle,
metal-steeds2 shower us, and burst
riverbanks cause mind-muddle
as fields and gardens disappear.
On the other side of the world,
earth releases a dust-cough
and plants drained of life-juice
crumble into earth’s crust-fluff.
Meanwhile, we puff and blow
at donkey-clouds that will not go.
Kim M. Russell, 27th October 2024

Image by Frame Harirak on Unsplash
It’s Thursday and we are Meeting the Bar with kennings at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Björn is our genial host.
For those poets who are not familiar with kennings, Björn explains that the word means ‘to know’ and that a kenning is a very brief metaphoric phrase or compound word, which was used extensively in Old Norse and Anglo Saxon poetry “as a means of adding both colour and better metre to the skaldic songs. For instance ‘whale-road’ was used as a kenning for the sea in Beowulf, and ‘wave-stead’ replaced ship in Glymdrápa.” Kennings are still used in many languages to form new words, for example ‘Fernseher’ for television in German (meaning view from afar), or ‘couchpotato’ for a lazy person watching too much TV.
Today we are creating new kennings and using them in our poetry. I am linking up an old poem I recently recycled for Top Tweet Tuesday on X, which I have reworked even further.
Excellent… and it is so good to use them as a little riddle to read and guess. Love what you did with all those kennings.
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Thank you so much, Björn.
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Wow! This is so good, Kim! I love “dust-cough” and “crust-fluff”.
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Thanks so much, Punam!
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You are welcome.
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delighted by donkey-clouds. We had a heavy rain here that disappeared the back field not long ago. First time in the 13 years I’ve been here.
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Thanks Lisa! Apart from an afternoon of sunshine, this week we have had stubborn clouds!
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You’re welcome, Kim.
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This is also much better way of writing a call for arms than just ramming information at people. Delightful how the reader must work to fully understand the meaning of what you are stating so that s/he can really take it on board. Excellently done.
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Thank you so much, Ain. I value your appreciation.
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Clever descriptions, Kim, of storms and climate change!
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Thank you, Merril!
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Love your poem, Kim, especially the last stanza!
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Thank you, Nolcha!
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You gifted me a ‘new’ word ~ mind-muddle! I love it!!!
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Thank you, Helen!
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Nice one
Luv those donkey clouds
much🤍love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you!
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Yours are so good. I tried. I love metal-steeds, life-juice and crust-fluff.
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Thanks so much, Melissa. I used to get my students to make up kennings when I was still teaching.
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Nice contrast between the stanzas. I especially liked, “plants drained of life-juice
crumble.”
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Thank you, Maria.
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Hope you read this 🙂
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Excellent!
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Thank you, Priscilla!
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Daily life on Old Farm Earth is getting to be such an uphill and unfair battle!
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The rework works so well! I’m not sure why you originally wrote it but I can relate with the bouts of droughts and floods we’ve had in Florida.
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Thank you, Cris.
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The kennings gave this poem a real energy!
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Thanks Jane!
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Excellently done!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Oh those stubborn donkey clouds!
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Smiles.
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Such a nice write Kim — thank you for sharing… 🙂
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Thank you, Rob!
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Bravo, Kim! You did the kennings proud! Very enjoyable.
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Thank you, Carol!
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It’s such a mind-muddle this weather, I love donkey clouds, haven’t had many of those of late here but the sky-battles everywhere at present. Clever kennings poem.
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Thank you, Dianne.
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As the water rises and the land masses dry we could easily have dust-coughs entering the global vernacular.
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That’s a thought, Sean.
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“donkey-clouds” ha! I like that!
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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