A Poem a day/ the 27th of April 2013

Black me, black me, beauty blessed

Beam me, beam me, blossom blunt

Bear me, bear me, and break that broken brittle badge

Bees are buzzing me, bless and buzz me brave and bold

Thy bareheaded queens behold.

Blackness me, darkness me, blessed beauty of the beast

Shine me, shine me, thy flowering birds and beaks

Carry me, carry me, and break that broken fragile shield

Buzz me bee, bless me and swarm me brave and bold

Let your bare-headed bridal queens be amazed.

Svärta mig, svärta mig, välsignade vackerhet

gläns mig, gläns mig, blommande brokiga blad

Bär mig, bär mig och bryt den brutna sköra skölden

Bi surra mig, välsigna mig och svärma mig modig och djärv

Låt dina barhuvade drottningar häpna.

Svartur mér, svartur mig, fegurð blessuð

Geisla mig, geisla mig, blóma barefli

Bera mig, bera mig og brjóta þessi brotinn brothætt skjöldur

Býflugur eru buzzing mig, blessa og munnmæli mig hugrakkur og djarfur

Thy bareheaded drottningarnar sjá.

No, this poem is not meant to be clear to read like icy water, it´s more like nonsens, playing with words and the meaning of the word,  The translation into icelandic may be wrong, (you may correct me) but the language is so poetic in every word, so maybe we can amnage anyway.