October Encounter
The hungry moon above — branches bendingfor the wind; a shadowplay of grasping clawsreaching for my heartbeat racing; an endingway too soon, behind me footfalls silent paws. From the belfry […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
October walk
A sun, still sleepyfails to warm my skin, whileblanketing the meadowsa morning mist wetmy shoes, the grass, still green,I raise my eyes and watchthe burning leaves of maple trees,birch trees […]
Boo(k)
Behind taboos,the bookcaseof the books that’s bannedyou’ll findthe boomers bootlicking the boogiementhe bigot men in bootsand the hypocrite baboonsreading secretly the booksdenied to others, but one dayit will boomerang back […]
I am moon
I am moon, your silver maidnot your lover, not your foeI merely listen, never playsay me secrets, whisper who I am moon, your sentinela silent mirror, water, sandI spin you […]
Paddle song
To carry boatsthe tent our housetraversing hillslakes and streamsthe sudden thrill,a grouse it seamsprotecting chickspretending sick, we meet the lakesset out in boatswith wind adriftwe let the paddles restin this, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 