Repair again
The world, now darker’s filled with fearhas stuffed my liver, spleen and soulso, screen me with your kindness, dearto mend and make me strong and wholetwo of us, together, ready […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Season of the witch
Bat-born elopingfor their sabbath carriedby the spells of moonlight spilled,potions in their eyesstar-drunk on rose-waterwomen shedding decencywith silver skin exposedand their violent violins. Lust-luredthey are leaving life behindfor a dark […]
Bluebeard Secrets
Buried bones forgotten ashbelow the hungry flagstones rests eternal love I never cared about illicit cashbut hid my hands inside the gloves that Midas left I soiled my soulby bloodshed […]
Innocence of Silver
Where the moon-silver spilled its whisperwe met — merely to listen but never to fallwhile you had intentions, I was the driftera bumblebee flying too close to the walls Your […]
September ends
Fog-born mornings — falla blank canvas waiting for its huesa lady to be dressed in emberin harvest and decay. Midday and a clear sun still warms, pretendingthat its ruleisn’t ending […]
