We
silent sit and see the screen
show
magic images of the man: Beowulf.
As
this tale is told, I tell the class
about
the book of Beowulf: ancient poetry.
I
try and lead towards learning; help them understand the lines:
a
stich, a hemi-stich, a story told
with
lilting alliteration in the lines’ lengths.
I
pause to point out priceless Kennings:
a
wondrous word-hoard; weapons of power.
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