by Oonah V Joslin
A plastic Viking Helmet painted grey; upturned, with winter pansies tumbling from the brim is an unusual garden ornament. But Doris couldn’t bring herself to throw it away and it was a perfect piece of recycling. The long sword became a rose stake.
The fearful horns of myth were holed for drainage. That pansies could be happy in such a home was only a little irony. Vikings were a colourful folk; almost as colourful as her son Manfred.
He too had gone to sea and sagas of his deeds in port abounded. Doris refused to believe the things she heard.