Embers of My Memories

Last Friday, we walked up the Stockholm quay, looking for an old friend. She whom we sought was long and brown, dragonheaded, an echo of Sweden's proud past: The Svea Viking longship, where our wedding reception had been held.

She was nowhere to be found.

To our dismay, we learned the Svea was destroyed on April 28, 2007, almost a year to the day after our reception. Someone burned her. She was dismantled on May 25, 2007, never to sail the waters of Stockholm Harbor again.


docked at the quay


sailing the harbor

Just outside the circle of the crowd
One old man did stand
He looked across the waters
And blotted the sun out of his eyes with one hand
And his old eyes could almost see
The dragon ships set sail
And his old ears could almost hear
Men of great numbers call out Odin's hail
Excerpt from "One Rode to Asa Bay" - Bathory

the fired ship