My Medusa – Petrarchan sonnet
Your dark temptations are like fireflies your sweet electrified pulsations sting entangled tresses of your hair that cling ensnare me like Odysseus’ sirens lie your dresses vary – unexpected guise […]
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what you never said
the pestilence of what you never said the death of all your withered starving words I gather ashes from a scattered sentence – bled I whisper carefully beneath Damocles’ sword […]
moxie ride for a periwinkle dance
in sass and moxie lies a tempting flair a velvet shadow in the burning sun a shore-side light-house, lit to ships ensnare and laughing afterwards you always run your voice […]
The marching of boots
There are things we kept secret after the war The things that could hurt, we hid and concealed. as culprits escaped, we’re closing the door for ever their crimes will […]
The Spring’s champagne – Sonnet for dVerse
I feel the warmth of sun in singing birds the wind’s a gentle kiss on broken lips I smell the sea in nature’s lulling words like pomegranates are rubies, your […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 