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.