Stalked by shadows
Shadow followed. leading us to shadowsdeeper, dancing painting dreamscapes deepercloser to our death, this draught a purple closereaper’s rattling breath; this gloom a reaper’s. Fair, was sun on those days […]
Tag Archives: sonnet
Ice cream
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
Sonnet for a secret name
Your name is a secret slowly distilled from hilltops and shadows of clouds, from rain at breaking of dawn, from moon-dreams fulfilled, from sunlight on waves; from pleasure and pain. […]
Only the living can fear
The taste of fear is open, pure and red — a lump of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud, in trenches darkly bled. We harvested our […]
Wormhole to Eden
“The stars look different today” you gasped and wrapped your hungry thighs around my waist; “I think we passed its furthest edge”; I graced your lips; unzipped your silver suit; […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 