My sacred sister spring
A magnetic poem for the quadrille at dVerse using the word green inside.
Tag Archives: Quadrille
Rain away
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
It’s not the falling
If ever caught in whirls of winds; twisting, turning dancing you insane, be sure, be warned beware: that when you land to check for ruby-slippered feet of witches squashed. Cause, […]
Scared of dawn
As tributaries limbed, we’re rivered, merged; a moonspilled waterway in shimmered search for sea. Your hands cascade and the night’s our canopy, as silked our skin caressed; we flow for […]
Levity
In joy of levity, I gravitate — forever falling into your orbit strung along — a puppet to your pull: I’m rainbowed numb. I’m just the moon reflecting shimmered sheen […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 