Moonless
This moonless darkness bends the boughs of leaf- less oaks, it smothers wind, it mutes the clocks and burdened with its naught it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven […]
Tag Archives: darkness
Dark days and darker nights
The serpent moon drowns in the words, whispered too hushed to be heard; she dies in the shadows of ink from the pen he had drained; while tying his pains […]
Dark roses
October tiptoed so gently, coming with fall kissing the apples to red, singeing the leaves with scarlet and brown; in yellow she rose me from sleep with foggy fingers poking […]
Cindered heart
Dark, this burn of afterwards a glacier growing, vacant void, too drained, too cold is this: my cindered heart. Once it flamed, it blazed for bliss of worth, but ash […]
Yours is my inquest
Fusing for tempests — are you waiting — are you baiting me for sparks? Am I excused — for eardrums I’ve bruised — for willows and wind — for sorrow […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 