Treeheart
My heart is a bloodstone, rootwrapped and cold, runecarved with spells. I found it, just sprung from an acorn, and darkly it gave me a purpose to grow to the […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Hunger
She watched the twinkle-sorrow as from stars reflected in the calmness of his sacrifice. She sensed the longing of the moonblade in her fist as the serpent hissed: “Spill his […]
Kelpkissed
Right as rain you wrapped me around and led me under raven wings through green-stemmed ravenwood gently along waterway, salt-marsh on paths only known to the spring, you led me […]
Under the raven
How stark is the righteous raven! Sky-shadow, cloud-maker, trouble of men. The past of a soldier battle-worn, silent waits at the gate for weather to turn to make him forget […]
Memory of wood
We find our winding way between the timber colonnades of talkative fir-trees swaying with the breeze we tiptoe through sun-dappled ferns when high above a jay take flight, scared perhaps, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 