Here are a couple pictures of one of Petr's latest works (check out this man's engraving skills!!!), along with my latest poem. This one tells a story of a Danelaw era battle between the Northumbrians and the Danes, where a blade like this one might well have been used.
Mighty were the men who marshaled their strength
against the heathens, greedy for slaughter.
The Sea-Danes struck, strong and fearsome,
with sharpened spearpoints, shield-bearing fighters.
But the hearts of the Angles are hardy and steadfast.
Boldly one thane brandished his war-knife.
It was sorely suited to sit in a corner,
rusting and pitting to ruin and frailty
while its cowardly master succumbed to old age.
Its food was the flesh of fell opponents
and it hungered fast for the heathen earl.
It bit his neck and his blood flowed forth.
The raiders were broken, bereft of their captain,
and yelling aloud "Jarlabani" they cried.
The northmen so named that knife of the thane
that had won the field for the weary Angles
and had so well upheld their rule.
Copyright © 2012 Myles Mulkey
Images courtesy of Petr Florianek (gullinbursti.cz)