In summer I’ll bring you
westwards to shores
where the wind face you
frisky and sea-freed to untangle
your hair from the ties
of timber and moss
In sea-summer here,
the grass grows sparser
tied to lichen filled pockets
of ice-polished rocks.
In summer the west,
to the sea
is where we will go,
to watch how the shadows of clouds
are splashing the sea
with its deepness of grey,
we listen to surf-song
ceaselessly washing the shore.
In summer the seagulls care less
about time
as they call to the herrings below,
In summer we take care
about us.
Today Lillian asks us to write about places where we can virtually travel at dVerse. I hope that we will be able to visit the Westcoast of Sweden this year, it is a place that is quite different from the place where I live.
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April 28, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Sadly, I only spent one day in Sweden, in Malmö, but I would love to explore further. I love that you wrote a postcard, Björn, and it starts with a direct address, I would love to accept the invitation! I also love the phrase ‘frisky and sea-freed’ and the lines:
‘the grass grows sparser
tied to lichen filled pockets
of ice-polished rocks’
and
‘we listen to surf-song
ceaselessly washing the shore.’
I have a cottage with my sister not far from that place… so I will possibly go there in summer.
I’m not sure what we’ll be doing this summer. I have another six or seven weeks of isolation, and then who knows what will happen.
What a wonderful postcard you’ve written to all of us! The photo is magnificent….These lines I most especially like
“In sea-summer here,
the grass grows sparser
tied to lichen filled pockets
of ice-polished rocks.”
I remember getting up very very early, bundling up and sitting on the deck outside our cabin as we entered the archipelagos going toward Stockholm. It was breathtaking….so green…occasionally seeing a homestead. All I could think of was George’s grandfather, Hjalmer Hallberg, leaving Sweden to come to the US when he was in his early 20s. I believe he lived in the countryside….I felt almost like I was communing with him. This area in your postcard looks much more sparsely populated than Stockholm and the cities. I think I would love to accept your invitation some day to visit there.
This is on the westcoast… north of Göteborg, it is much less green… actually there is a fishing village right behind me where this picture is taken.
I like how the shadows of clouds are splashing the sea.
That first stanza does it for me, especially,
“where the wind face you
frisky and sea-freed to untangle
your hair from the ties
of timber and moss”
Believe it or not, your photo looks a lot like the western side of a peninsula that juts out in the Upper Peninsula of MI, near Copper Harbor. The big rocks and the lichen. The thought of a cabin there, stepping outside to that view in summer, would be heaven.
The photo you presented reminds me very much of the tide pools on the Oregon coast of the U.S. Your description is delicious. I hope you get back there this summer. In fact, I hope we all are free to go anywhere this summer!!
I love this prompt. Your outstanding wordplay has been mentioned thrice, so you already have your kudos for that. I can visualize your cabin, such a strong sense of place.
a vivid seaside trip … backpacked through Sweden but must admit I don’t recall your beaches!
I would love to visit Sweden. SInce I can’t travel this year, thank you for the virtual visit. ❤
I love the idea of the sea-winds blowing the moss from your hair. I’m only 10 miles from the sea, but we can’t go there. I miss it so much. Thank you for this taste of salt air.