Snaring lords a-leaping
Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow, the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe. This night I shiver, bent in night […]
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Their ancient eyes
With ancient eyes, the sentinels ablaze are making rounds; with constellations bring in confidence encrypted signs, amaze with visions, scents above: with diamond-rings my fingers trace the nape of Virgo, […]
The secrets of the bees
A hiss of vapor safely let released, the oil on sprockets, and the cushioned walls you keep for words that’s hurled in anger, faults unmentioned and your strength to quench […]
A sapling found
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
Listening to shadows
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 