Withered Safe
I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rainno wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rookscan find my hidingplace, my inglenook,It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the painyou left […]
Category Archives: poetry
The comfort of darkness
The aged librarian finds in pre-dawn a comfort of calm,still unblemished by the quarrel from books;not tainted by syllables bleeding from paper-cut scars.he might love them like children, but also a father […]
A kind of blue
The canvas is a drab, cumulonimbus grey, a kind of blue, silver lined in muted brasswe slowly slide, betweenthe amber bassand lime-green wisps on skins.let ourselves be caught in the […]
Pledge
I bid you boldlywait a while, abide a bit while the moon is waning, waxing; linger, dear, until she’s full and spills her silverin the mountain tarnbeside our cabin door; listen, […]
Sisters
Silver starlit stings tonightseven sisters rise to greetskies of fall, escaping rain;softly humming lullabies,see them revel, dancingsultry sirens stir, but wheresulks she, their lost Merope? Today we are writing about […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 