A (s)hallow potion
Blend your potion dark and strong with umbra, add an adder’s tongue and warmth of tundra, mix with splinters from the hangman’s gallow, a spider’s web and some prayers shallow. […]
Monthly Archives: October 2019
Cleaning up
He had left her empty — Void. Emelie sorted through Marten’s paper — left behind were bills and more bills — left for her to pay. Jewelry, fancy dining, five […]
Sloe in spring
It’s not the thorny scent of blooming sloe in spring, not its delicate lace hiding the sharp barbs not the warmth of sun while walking barefoot late in May but […]
Hesitant
The autumn leaves, still hesitant to leave, are like my poems desperately seeking questions better fitting every manifold of vagrant answers waiting to decay. A very short poem written for […]
The first All Hallow
The sunset was a pale sigh and walking through the cemetery my feet were leadlike; with darkness arriving I felt the burden of my mourning growing. A year had passed, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 