Flowerfed
From first person plural When we were flowerfed and mosssshoed moved on sun-stained streets, we never thought of starlit winter’s snow and how much its whiteness seemed like corpses in […]
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My winter howl
I’m your moon-howl princess, dearest to the darkness, your mistress lady-paw of claw-fanged specter, I will never let my snowscape motherhood of finest fashion-fur be lost to rifled forestry and […]
Waltz in minor key
As a bough, heaving from the weight of snow, the aged librarian reaches to the lowest shelf for the omnibus volume of 20th century poems, certain to find the flawless […]
Wolf howl
My, moon-howl princess, dearest you, my darkness mistress lady-paw of claw-fanged specter, never, never let your snowscape motherhood of finest fashion-fur be lost to rifled forestry and pretense of male […]
Kept in your keep
Bind me tightly, silkroped to the kneeling of your craving. Keep me secret, padlocked to the sliver of your heartbeats. Strip me naked, tightroped to the turrets of your passion. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 