I sing of a dark age
A wind age, an axe age
I speak of the splendour
Of kingdoms and kings
The wrath and the rage
Of the warriors' wyrd
And the cunning and craft
Of the art of the smith.
No idea what inspired me to sketch this today, but it's an artefact I'm really fond of. The original isn't quite as photogenic as this one, in the British Museum near the original, which was made by the armourers of the Tower of London, I think, but it's a faithful representation of what the original would have looked like originally.
Experiences of an urban sketcher based in South Wales - does exactly what it says on the tin. All images in this blog are copyright, and may not be used or reproduced without my permission. If you'd like an original, a print, or to use them in some other fashion, then email me at londinius@yahoo.co.uk.
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