Darkly this tempest is blowing listless and compressing
midnight to obsidian shards; we’re sworn obsessiveness,
doomed in a sootiness of chimneys broken, to icicles
hurled against our soil.
Dreaded, this voice of us, barking moonstruck we’re digressing
rabid; tonight when in brimstone abstinence, kilned as one
we are as capricorns pictured smouldering, scorched till this
dawn annihilates.
Dark egg (lembark l22) by Sam Francis
Kerry challenged me to write a Sapphic verse, and I had to try it… my head is all set on iambs, so this was really difficult. Not even sure I counted right, and the level of obscurity has become high… Linked to Tuesday Platform at toads.
March 15, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I like the end result. What an amazing ode to the darkest hours of night, those lost unholy hours before dawn. I love the word choice you have made, and stress patterns must give way to meaning in the end. You have done a fine job, in my opinion.
It was so challenging… I admire what you did…
Hey Bjorn, agree with Kerry–wonderful word use here, and I view the capricorn as our goaty selves, rather deprived and driven in all that sootiness of night. Anyway, I enjoyed. K.
Such passion, erupting in the dark. Words that are lovely even as they incite.
I’d say you got it Bjorn! I feel you hurling lines at me especially ” we’re digressing rabid;” holy cow! I feel as if I’ve been in a storm!
I don’t know the form, but your writing is so good. This would be a great poem to choose words from for a random poem prompt. This just seeps darkness.
scorching as the dawn annihiliates! wow, what a vision.
your poetry always has such rich language. sometimes i even find myself looking up a word or two.
thanks, always, for the originality. 🙂
Bjorn, I’ve never heard of this style but now I want to try after reading yours! Well done, the imagery is fantastic
Yikes! (runs to look up Sapphic verse)
Passionate, dark, powerful…Love this line ” Dreaded, this voice of us, barking moonstruck” I have such difficulty with abstract. I am trying to make sense of my own words instead of just letting them speak for themselves.
I love how you adventure and risk through so many forms. This is a schizzy, chist-karst mouthful of shard snakry truths. Bleeding not optional. Well done.
You always create stunning imagery with such rich language, Bjōrn, this is no exception!
…spellbound. I feel myself shrinking back