Poetry as a clothesline
Poet, you — bring me sun- stretched words as summer-muslin bed-sheets drying on a clothesline Poet, you — pledge me night- words delight me darkly as a buttercup rewards the […]
Daily Archives: April 16, 2019
Hush
Hush you, bell-voiced babe, don’t cry tonight; the tart-taste of the winter’s dust-tongued gales cannot claw your tear-culled heart from nightwish of my scythe-eyed charm. Hush you, silk-boughed girl don’t […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 