The Icelandic connection - 01.03.2018, Side 14

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ICELANDIC CONNECTION
Vol. 70# I
Here comes that K.N.,
And brings us straw to eat!”
Is It Any Wonder?
No wonder that he dabs in rhymes,
And likes to chase the chicks;
No wonder that he drinks a lot,
And has a yen for tricks;
No wonder that he steals a bit,
And is a liar too;
No wonder when he hangs around
With such a rascal crew!
The Dance
I attended a dance there one evening,
I’d been feeling so lonely and low;
I wanted to go and observe it,
And watch how the evening would go.
There youth celebrated its hour.
I felt a familiar fire.
I sat til the daylight was dawning,
In the swirl of hypnotic desire.
The glorious maidens kept dancing
With spiffy admiring guys.
I sat in a corner unbothered,
Alone there with curious eyes.
They bared both their arms and their bosoms,
Their ringlets asway and aglow;
Such goddesses filled with a power
To rouse all the sick with their show.
The blood in my veins was aboiling,
My lips were a flammable red;
My eyes with the fires of passion
Were popping right out of my head.
The fires ignited my body,
And burned at my heart-strings too;
They singed a part of my jacket,
Eventually burning it through!
PHOTO COURTESY OF KRISTlN JOHANNSDOTTIR
Mayor and Chairman of the Akureyri City
Council unveiling the Kainn Memorial