when inkwashed skies reflect in pooling tears
come shut those doors and stay with me inside
let burning birch-wood embers take those fears
you will from bonds of sorrow be untied
when inkwashed skies release a crimson rain
come stay inside with me, O little dove
stay here and burn with me, we’ll cry in vain
the words of daggers cannot take our love
when inkwashed skies come crushing down like lead
come let me tie you down with velvet chains
let razors cut our veins upon our bed
release us from this ashen world of pains
when through the inkwashed skies a sunbeam calls
come see the verdant meadows through our walls
Frome a walk earluer today
After a little picture manupilation a world of dread stood forth, how could I other than to write these words of darkness. Just came from my fantasy. I feel safe and sound.
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February 16, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
i like the turn in the last two lines b…from the darkness that threatens to overwhelm through most of this…i could breathe a bit then…
I love the progression in this poem, Bjorn. The thee stanzas portray sadness, but the final couplet…alas, it shows there is hope. Thank goodness for the verdant meadows!
The poem is quite chilling, Björn, especially the third stanza. The last couplet comes as a relief.
Ooh, ‘inkwashed skies’… love that image, Bjorn. The repetition makes the poem ominous. You read it very well.
I too was a bit concerned by the first part of your poem. I was glad for the last part and the disclaimer. Beautiful scenery around where you’re living! Your reading was well done.
spooky until you let in light with the final couplet ~
beautiful, bit melancholic, imagery.. love it.
I like ‘inkwashed sky’ and the dark images …beautifully sketched…..chilling actually…..and the couplet is a breather…..
A beautifuly crafted sonnet with a sestina feel, Bjorn. You’ve already mastered the form, I can tell. Thanks for this & I have enjoyed you reading this. Smiles.
Ahh…I found this comforting…beautifully beckoning Bjorn.
I started off thinking this was a poem of comfort and was surprised at the dark turning. But it totally works, as a poem, and the sonnet is executed fantastically well. Loved the repeated phrasings which really moved it along.
It was so moving to hear your voice reading out this haunting words.l Bravo, friend!
I loved the grim tone. Also, foot-for-foot, this was metered perfectly (something I always appreciate). Well done formal piece, bravo.