Nocturnal octet
I. Sleep is drinking tea in familiar surroundings; in a room with paintings from my mother’s home and the old piano where once I taught myself to play “Für Elise” […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Being garnet
I’m garnet: blood- red — a cool gem on fire, burning for your gilded fist.. Please chain me sober with your metal claws and let me quench my thirst dangling […]
Failed flirtation
I met you over coffee as I fell from neutrality I’m partial now; to you with cardamom to thighs, your curvatures and the not so subtle way you frown at […]
Hot stew
You’re my chili for a chilly day with cinnamon in season; your ginger is the reason — why I stay. You stir my stew with thyme and sage and spice […]
I miss the sea
Each wave a kiss my kayak sways nothing beats this when sea-froth hiss on best of days each wave a kiss. In dark blue bliss at sea I play nothing […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 