Rude bells
Call out rude bells! for midnight skies;to autumn rain, to falling leaves;to what’s been lost to what we grieveCall out! let truths succeed their lies. Ring out the war, ring […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Woman with book
In an effort explaining, making sensetelling us what’s deduced from factsa sudden sight perplexed him, tensedhim speechless, silenced, sidetrackedby apparitions of heavenly beautynever seen within the library’s wallssuch softness, a […]
Close to parting
Our slow-dance delivered uslazily, but with utmost carecloser, closerto the precipice of parting,so when you simplydelivered me a passive punch,I only felt reliefthat you gifted me goodbye,relieving me of blameto […]
The last breath of summer
Still, the sun spills summerthrough the muslin curtainsonto hardwood floors,still, I wear no shoesand with a glass of wine, I rest,relaxing to the wearywhisper of the wickerwork,to slumber still.as autumn […]
Lace and ghosts
Broken by burdens of mornings,lumpy with absenceher pillowcannot bring comfortof nescience,she raises at dawnwith shadows of duskand the dust of their discordswaiting to greet herwhen later returninggreeting the voidsof abandonment, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 