The name of Ogg
Rooks in flocks forge homeward,fresh-snapped twigs in beaksforest watches, silent, lost for wordsonly Owl knows the secrets seeked.Moon girls dance, tiptoe across bogsin his cave the lonely troll-boy weepsfor being […]
Category Archives: poetry
Mid May Summer
The weekend passed with a foreboding taste of summer. The blackthorn dropped its white veil of white bloom and the ground under the forsythia is yellow from fallen flowers. My […]
Windvoiced
Will there be,the footprints leftat least a while,beforethe wind & waveshave washed awayall traces leftof me? Me, myselfambitions gone? Yet, forgotten ismuch betterthan remembered& despised. So, listen to the windrejoiceand […]
Predator affection
(i)Bloom-eyed, softly slithers, snake-tailed,seeking sustenanceof cream anda song-bird’s heart. (ii)Purring with retracted clawswe offer heraffection, lovewhen all she craves is nosh. (iii)Sleeping,but for a house-mousestirring, shewill bounce to murder,and proudly […]
Antiquities
The other day when watching the Antique Roadshow I started to ponder about the antiquities of tomorrow. Nothing made by human hands, produced in sweatshops, synthesised from chemicals and burning […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 