The blackbird’s reason to sing
It was never the spring in itself causing the blackbird to sing but a lingering breeze from the west, bringing bending of boughs and burst to the buds, that brought […]
Category Archives: poetry
April rebirth
With bell-cries from the withered grass, a lone-wolf scent and tart-taste gloom is rising from this winter’s pyre, while YOU — my serpent — you tempt me with the slingshot […]
The prison of my dazzling mind
I’ve built my bulwarks filled my moat with snakes and water I’ve raised my drawbridge locked the doors just to make believe that apple bloom and lonesome roses grown inside […]
Poetry as a clothesline
Poet, you — bring me sun- stretched words as summer-muslin bed-sheets drying on a clothesline Poet, you — pledge me night- words delight me darkly as a buttercup rewards the […]
Hush
Hush you, bell-voiced babe, don’t cry tonight; the tart-taste of the winter’s dust-tongued gales cannot claw your tear-culled heart from nightwish of my scythe-eyed charm. Hush you, silk-boughed girl don’t […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 