The Konungs skuggsjá, 1250,
derided as lunacy: mention of growing
corn by Viking farmers in Greenland.
But hear!
Nordic archaeologists in trash heaps find
barley corn preserved by being scorched.
Not threshed, packaged,
not imported –
grown there for beer.
Climate warmer then….
Intelligence flickers.
A Quadrille, as we celebrate the rejuvenating return of The Poet’s Pub at dVerse. The prompt that Grace gives us for our 44 words is ‘Flicker.’
Source of Vikings in Greenland information: http://sciencenordic.com/vikings-grew-barley-greenland
Now, before anyone go ballistic over this poem let me add this: I am a former meteorologist, a certified science teacher (along with a few other certifications), one-quarter Viking (Norwegian… and possibly Swedish… along with a mish-mash of other human breeds), and an avid reader. The recent findings concerning the Viking farming communities of Greenland have been astounding! Not only were there farms along the southern reaches, but well inland. The reasons posited in the past for their demise have fallen away in light of more recent findings (as so often happens to perfectly reasonable scientific theorizing). The most exciting part of this article is that the Vikings brought brewing along with them wherever they landed. …which explains the prevalence of beer drinkers in Wisconsin and Minnesota!
I’m married to a Norwegian and now I have such a great understanding of your wonderful, wry sense of humor. This is a delight, beginning with the flying pig, and knowing your meteorological background adds even more to it.
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Thank you! I love discovering little bits and pieces of a heritage I barely knew growing up. …with the exception of our football team.
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Surely not NDSU!
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I’m from Minneapolis. You know; the Purple People Eaters.
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Super poem! Yes, the world was warmer then although folks seem to think we are growing warmer. It’s the end of an ice age, Of course it is warmer! I too am descended from the Vikings and have done research on our ancestors. It is cool to learn you are a meteorologist and a science teacher. I’m a science geek myself.
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My science was given to me by the Air Force. Check out my response to Jane. I am too lazy to type all that again. But the findings they have made in the past couple of years are astounding!
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“preserved by being scorched” … That is so interesting. It reminds me of Biblical principles, being refined by the flame.
Poignant final line.
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I’m willing to let that idea of refining live. The truth, however, is that they were scorched in a trash burn. Thank you! The last line is essential.
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I guess if pigs can fly those Vikings can grow barley corn.
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Who do you think farmed a majority of our great plains? As for pigs flying… you can toss them as much as you like. They don’t have much of glide slope.
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Hail the beer.. without barley there is barely life.
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A beautiful sentiment. And pun!
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The theory I know is that there was a mini ice age that finished them off, since they had never learned how to cope with the icy conditions from the Eskimos. Their colonising of Greenland was so ephemeral, a flicker. Nice one!
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Actually, I was just reading something from… possibly National Geographic (the one here in the Colonies). Presumably the Viking men were seal hunters, out long periods of time in small boats. The women were the subsistence farmers, keeping the home front. There was a massive volcanic eruption in the southern hemisphere that mucked up the weather in the northern hemisphere as well. Possibly most of the men died in storms at sea. Additionally, they hunted seals for ivory. The trade with Africa opened up about the same time. Viking Greenland literally died out overnight. At one time they had this amazing cathedral there… lots of commercial trade that just withered away.
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That would figure. We know that the Greenland colonies were heavily dependent on supplies from Norway, and when the sea passage was impracticable for too long, they starved. If in addition, the men never came back from hunting expeditions, the population would have just withered away.
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Well, and it’s always been kind of a mystery. There were these letters… something about a wedding… and then, boom, everything was gone in a matter of a year or two… something like that. There was a lot of archaeological findings in the article I read. Either National Geographic or the Smithsonian online.
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I read a trilogy of books by Henry Treece about Vikings when I was a kid. He wrote about the colonies being wiped out in the course of practically a single winter when the glaciers descended. That image marked me. I still think about it.
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The problem with that early hypothesis is that many of the remains of farms are too well preserved for that. Glaciers abrade when the move. Huge rock formations become gravel. Farm buildings… even Viking farm buildings would have been scraped away. The glaciers must have built slowly over time. Everything seems so reasonable until evidence proves us wrong. There are science teachers who still teach continental drift; debunked when plate tectonics proved more in keeping with the evidence.
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Sounds reasonable. It must have been pretty drastic though, whatever it was. Poor sods.
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Thinking about the women on the farms… and their children.
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Exactly…
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I liked the pig..we just had our viking festival here in Heysham so nothing surprises me…I suspect the beer was all part of the pillaging process…
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Well… presumably there were three possible choices. Rape, pillage, and burn (also the name of my lawyer’s firm). The beer would’ve been a nice add-on to any of those activities I suspect. It never got that out of hand when I was growing up in Minneapolis. …at least as far as I was aware.
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Always such fun to enjoy poetry and learn something new. My husband was first generation Irish, but his love for the barley makes me wonder if there weren’t Vikings in Ireland!
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There were definitely Vikings in Ireland. Dublin has its own Viking centre, and was a Viking city for a while.
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Which explains how the Vikings learned to become poetic when in their cups. 🙂
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Oh, indeed there were! You can find maps and documents that lay out where the Vikings were, and the names the Vikings left for towns and regions.
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A touch of experimentation, and a prompt challenge at dVerse of poetic inspiration. This one is my favorite of yours. 🙂
P.S a surprise waits for your to read on my blog. 🙂
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I look forward to it, Charlie! Glad you enjoyed it!
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Very much…you are my writer and a experimental of brilliance. 🙂
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And you play words like a harp, man! Like a beautiful, possessed harp.
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I love to learn new and interesting things. I love your ending, too. Intelligence – double meaning – the information we have, and how we use it. Both work here.
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Yep. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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This is so intriguing! I love learning and discovering new things!❤️
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The true sign of an intellectual! Keep that mindset always!
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Interesting! I was just bingeing on archaeology news last night. One of the more relaxing forms of news!
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Possibly the only relaxing form. There have been several articles on the Viking farmers in Greenland and what happened to them.
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I will check it out!
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Thank you for the notes and I appreciate the historical side of your poem. Who knew they love beer so much, smiles ~
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You just had to grow up in Minnesota or Wisconsin to know that beer was an essential to a Viking! Not GOOD beer… just beer.
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Hear! Hear! Love that title – very clever, but the picture, perhaps, is the funny of the day!!! Your words remind me of a former colleague (science teacher) who said she felt we were fools to think we change this world with our puny selves. “She (earth) just spins on her merry way and does what she wants.” ‘Tis a source of great debate these days. Ultimately, your poems wins points for having beer in it!
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Here here! No, waiter! Bring the beers over here! Thank you, Jill! As for the picture, this creature was sighted outside many a tavern in northwestern Wisconsin. …usually ’round midnight. 🙂
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After many a beer, beer?
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Oh the things we can do when we’re motivated. We need our ales 😉 The flame that enlights!
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Or the amber light that inflames. Too many beers, too late to the ship….
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interesting mention of inflammation. Just recovering from a reoccurring sinus infection and thinking ‘maybe I should cut out alcohol ( but not caffeine).
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Well, maybe not together.
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Love the story. Of course Norwegians grew barley. They used the rare flying pig-eons to fertilize and harvest the grain. Love the story and the photo.
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Thank you!
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That was quite interesting to read. I guess beer has been around for a very long time! In heaven there is no beer that’s why we drink it here. Why does that song come to mind? lol…
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You’ve spent time in Wisconsin? 🙂
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Very interesting and I love the classy close.
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Thank you!
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Eureka!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I love the flying pig, Charley, and the flickering intelligence!
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Thank you! I thought the last line was the essential one. …not so much the beer.
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😊
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Ah…as pigs do fly so dost the VIkings and their beer swigging/making skills! NOW I understand the prevalence of beer in Wisconsin and Minnesota — and of course it does warm the spirits in all that snow!!! Smiling I am!
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Thank you. I am far more interested in the concept of grain farming in Greenland. A reality that changes one’s perceptions.
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My neighbor of Norwegian decent loves to tell the story of how his pig saved his life from a firey burning tractor! 🙂 I appreciate the facts and humor here.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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A fun and educational read. Appreciate the comments too. All hail the economics of barley, wheat and farmhand saison! Ja!
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Thank you! I find the thought that Greenland was once green a paradigm adjustment.
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… and Ireland having quite a bit of ire? Lol
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Lol! Let’s just say that I think it might have “global” ramifications.
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Wonderful poem Charley. Intelligence does indeed flicker.
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Thank you!
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Who knew I’d get a history lesson, a meteorological treatise, and a paean to beer all in one poem. Wow! Congrats, Charley!
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Thank you! I’m an underachiever. 🙂
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Love the poem, and the note underneath, which gave it a perfect background. I have a flying pig in my backyard, but alas, he is not real.
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These are only found in the wild… Glad you enjoyed it!
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Cheers to the Vikings! I’m a fan of beer. Love “intelligence flickers’. In our “modern’ mentality, we ignore the history of amazingly, intelligent past civilizations that demised due to catastrophic, weather events. Love your post. ❤
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Thank you! Glad you came by to visit. Feel free to wander and peruse!
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I love the humor in your post, and the educational insights (for lack of a better phrase – my intelligence is flickering right now – sorry! ) that it underpins. 🙂
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Haha! But it is all too true. Greenland used to be green. It does make intelligence flicker.
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