I knew
When from the sea her wildness blew, Alone I watched the lighthouse shine through crested waves the ship and you, a way to shelter from her lethal brine. Alone I […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Proposal
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
Self-cremation
At night our pyre glows with sudden flares as tongues, ensnaring trees, condemned by us, the virtuos wardens turned to butchers, hangmen and assassins; we, the undertakers watch our garden […]
Light my fire
Beloved, come cuddle me darling, come closer while dropping your norms I promise, you’ll own me. Come tickle me warm, come lick me and kiss me from gloomy to glowing, […]
Joyful Epitaph
I lit a candle for November’s spirit, not mourning this, its timely death. He left us dressed in drizzle-grey to dig his grave in rotting leaves, alone, least loved among […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 