For sticky greedy fingers – 55 words
The poppies flew on Flanders fields see ghosts of soldiers prancing once sacrificed like guinea pigs for national financing their spirits flew on gossamer like butterflies were dancing the sickly […]
Category Archives: ballad
we waxed and waned – for dVerse
so wicked and burned my candlestump we waxed and waned together your dancing flames of youthfullness has left me now forever this darkness and in loneliness in grey an dreary […]
She stays behind – dVerse and Visdare
She stays behind when all have left and listens to what’s beating She stays behind to hear her heart for sorrows that’s her eating She thought his promises were true […]
On shores of Susquehanna
on shores of Susquehanna in-under harvest moon her raven tresses shining blue the night that ends too soon on banks of Susquehanna they stumble into dawn her raven hair indulging […]
End of November – ballad
November was like a dreaded fruit whose poison gave me apathy November was like a goblins fist that brought me this melancholy November was like a desert walk in stinging […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 