And they still don’t go
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
Tag Archives: villanelle
This glowing night of sanguine hips
In glowing nights of sanguine hips, we shed our last maracas tears; to sway away when sun has slipped. From burning cheeks, mascara drips, but doom of dawn is not […]
Dreams in Lavender seasoning
Summer sachets of lavender longing in linen a smell of southern Provence my dreams are still warm in its seasoning The sunset of tangerine glistening butterflies dancing — we tasted […]
When nothing can the battle stop
The drawbridge to the castle drops around the chargers mouth – that froth when nothing can the battle stop. The knights preparing, heads to chop cause foes are foes in […]
Hon sjunger gärna pop med sprucken röst
i billigt lådvin kan hon finna tröst så hennes blick är inte längre klar hon sjunger gärna pop med sprucken röst hon kan ännu känna handen på sitt bröst från […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 