Say Sarek,
whisper wilderness,
talk vast and wide
scream its streams, its summer snow
its shining peaks
the paths of those who passed before;
say Akka, Pårte
Rapa willow wide.
speak glacial blue-green
trickle with the tributaries
cascade on its broken rocks.
Say Sarek, Sarek wild and vast.
Luottolako in Sarek
Say its name, I write about the National Park Sarek in Northern Sweden for Sherry at toads.
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April 20, 2018
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A wild and beautiful tribute…love how you verb!
Oooh, this has a vast, wild other worldliness to it….
I can feel its wild spaces, how they open your heart. Wonderful, Bjorn. I love the photo too.
Ah to know a place by it’s waters…
A rocky wilderness with an arresting photo to match…love the poem
absolutely stunning, and wild, and awesome for the miraculous …. amazing transcription of the mind-blowing beauty of this precious, sacred space ….
This gives me shivers up the spine – of delight, not cold..
kaykuala
Strange names but great names
Hank
The repeating sounds also lends beauty to the places of the heart. The park is magnificent.
I was looking forward to reading your list of favourite places, Bjorn. This poem offers so much more, though. The beauty of your lyrical language made this a most resonant piece – a personal ‘best’ for me.
I love the cadence in this poem, Bjorn 💜 a most gorgeous tribute! 😊
So beautifull said. Luv this lil scenic
Much🌼love
Enjoyed the music video.
Thanks for sharing your very interesting poem Björn
Much🌼love
You’ve gone with language, too, Bjorn. I love the alliteration and rhythm of ‘whisper wilderness’, the internal rhyme of ‘scream its streams’, and the images in:
‘speak glacial blue-green
trickle with the tributaries
cascade on its broken rocks’.
A place I’d love to visit!
Spectacular Bjorn in every sense of the word
‘the paths of those who passed before;’ … that often comes to me while roaming in ancient lands. And your choice to place that line at mid-point in the piece, I think is – perfect.