Spell him sick
Wave my wand, to play him tricks, wither prick and make him sick. Let him puke and spook him stiff, Wave my wand, my heart is black Then burn his […]
Category Archives: rhymes
Nightshade whispers
Is it lunacy — this slow decay of night? As nightshade whispers and how moths commit its suicide when flying close to light… A laughter fills my abdomen with rot […]
Translucent silver
My moon, translucent sweet you — a bat-of-lashes fluent heated temptress, silky empress. You the teaser, freeze of sea, you a pilferer of silver river mirror cross the midnight water. […]
Seeking shelter
We’ve learnt is to fear the feathers of the sky. You might think the sky is perfect, a perfect blue, but if it’s marred by cirrus clouds, the wind will […]
Apathy and clouds
Today when summer’s stained, a gown from lacerated clouds; It’s bruised as painted smirks on sobbing clowns. When flower beds lay decomposed Today when neither sleet nor sun embrace the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 