Perfume – you
You’re the scent of moss-rose, amber, dewa starlit sky, the daisy meadow late in June.You’re the sense of thunder, the wind that blewa bashful breeze of lavender ‘cross dunesand waves […]
Category Archives: poetry
Wild geese over reeds
“Over there” you calledwhile I un-folded my father’s old tripodput my eye to the scopeeagerly watching the white-fronted geese, swimming rest-lessly waiting, eating, preparingfor weather and windto carry them skyward northward […]
My lonesome shirt
Regrets remains in its jaundiced collar and the cuffs too frayed,too greyed it’s off-white now withBolognese stains, a missing buttonmildly mildew scented, but still I hope & add detergent, bleach , warm-wash, hopingthat maybe once again to […]
Counting seasons
In this pandemic, days are added to days. Season follows season, and we have started to count the time in years. We can go on to live like this, as […]
No Thieves in the library at night
At dusk the librarian anticipates the nightand gets ready to to close the doors;he walks the halls, making surethat every visitor and thief have left,and as shadows travel in his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 