The oak and moon
Watched with arms outstretched the oak with boughs and branches shadowplays the moon in black swan arabesque. Today at dVerse MTB Victoria want us to write Imagist poetry inspired by […]
Category Archives: dVerse
The purpose of our own
With wings unfurled as sapphires, gold and pearls the butterfly has no other purpose than its own: to fornicate and eat and die. but yet the lily offers nectar to […]
Tethered tight
Tethered by the weight of dreams my scream’s a jellyfish, an iron horse, a forceful chain to bind my voice a frost to freeze my heart; my breath compressed is […]
Unpaid ticket
Veiled from moon I drown cascade in hair and lips. You nibble earlobes breathe, and fingertips are scribbling poetry; symbols, syllables feathered on my back. We firework ourselves. We dance […]
Estella
Beloved hated spinster. You bought me for a purpose, for the green hard pebbles of your eyes. For wishes of his death. For every death, you chained my heart, froze […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 