<blockquote>Yr byþ æþelinga and eorla gehwæs<br>wyn and wyrþmynd, byþ on wicge fæger,<br>fæstlic on færelde, fyrdgeatewa sum.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Yr is a source of joy and honour to every prince and knight;<br>it looks well on a horse and is a reliable equipment for a journey.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Yr.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>English classes have always been to me<br/>
a sort of Sword of Damocles.<br/>
I do what I will, but will it be enough<br/>
to be accepted, or just deemed crude and rough?</p>
<p><strong>I cannot help the way I write,<br/>
self-taught and shut away from the light</strong><br/>
and having to seek it in the cracks in the walls,<br/>
not big enough for detection but for thriving too small.</p>
<p>And even though the school doors to me are closed<br/>
and in most days<br/>
I do not hang<br/>
in my father's rage's woes,<br/>
it does not change that my artistic growth<br/>
has been forever marred, twisted, contorted<br/>
into an off-putting and alien shape.</p>
<p>This aberration<br/>
is all that I am.<br/>
This demonic growth<br/>
is my only hope<br/>
for surviving in this world of men.</p>
<p>For this world offers no true salvation<br/>
for a woman such as myself.<br/>
Quiet my heart and keep my mouth shut,<br/>
or be locked away in the guise of "mental help":<br/>
what kind of a choice is this?<br/>
Men will see a woman contorting<br/>
to ease the pain of their inflicted torture<br/>
and deem her "insane", "hysterical", "untrustful"<br/>
