Your words: perfume


We are like oaks and let our roots entwine;
when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared,
our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines.
We’re waiting, wishing that our sap’s prepared
to rise and greet in joy: return of spring.
Another wish we’d trade for our sapling’s dare
to break their shell and from the acorn bring
through many years of growth, a shadowed grace
of deep compassion for the soil that sing
of promised deals as I propose, and lace
my voice with nectar to become your groom.
You whisper “yes”, and suddenly this place
is filled with bliss, your words: perfume
rekindle love again, as bluebells bloom.

Oaks in sunlight by Ivan Shishkin

Oaks in sunlight by Ivan Shishkin


Today Ella want us go fairytale and include some promises. I think it fitted the narrative of the story I’m telling in my heroic sonnet crown. Only three sonnets (plus one) remaining now:
here are the preceding ones: Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters, When we had built a nest, Let’s mend the bridges, Your icicles, Our highway through the sky, The emptiness of brine, Of carnivores and feeble frills and Silver filigree.
This is also my post no: 1700.

April 24, 2015

30 responses to “Your words: perfume

  1. interesting use of seasons as a metaphor for love…that it can wane (like winter), but hopefully rekindle (like the blooming of bluebells in spring).

  2. Oh I LOVE this one, where the answer is Yes! and the bluebells bloom. Beautiful, Bjorn. Happy and hopeful. Your sonnet series is wonderful. They could be a book.

  3. and lace
    my voice with nectar to become your groom

    That is lovely. I think the image is interesting as in my minds eye – I see a gravestone lit by light – beneath the massive branches and which speaks to me of all the stages of life and love – kind of parallels the seasons…

  4. This is almost painfully beautiful, Björn! I really don’t know what else to say. Magnificent!

  5. Sorry for the double post, but I just can’t let this one go… I sometimes find your work a bit on the complex side, where I have to properly think and understand – although your language is always beautiful. But this one… Den spelar upp sig själv framför mitt inre öga helt enkelt. Jag ser framför mig en svensk björkskog på våren/försommaren (även om du pratar om ekar) och blåklockor överallt. Det blir nästan för vackert! Och kombinationen av rytmen och språket. Jag är helt hänförd! Fantastiskt!

    • Ja, denna var lite mera rättfram.. eftersom jag gillar att jobba med metaforer så kan det bli lite kryptiskt ibland.. Jag hoppas att det skall kännas som en sammanhållen historia när jag är klar.. 🙂

  6. There’s this breathless quality to your piece, where it feels like all the words have burst forth from the person’s heart after being kept in too long. It works pretty well.

  7. I love your beginning and ending! Your imagery has a magical quality-which I love~ I, too love the pull of the seasons…each has a tug of war-just like love. Well Done!

  8. Wow Bjorn, this is wonderful. Great images, language, you are a turning out consistently excellent sonnets. I especially like the opening lines:

    We are like oaks and let our roots entwine;
    when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared,
    our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines.
    We’re waiting…

  9. Very romantic Bjorn ~ I specially love the sonnet’s ending lines:

    lace
    my voice with nectar to become your groom.
    You whisper “yes”, and suddenly this place
    is filled with bliss, your words: perfume
    rekindle love again, as bluebells bloom.

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