Author: K-M Skalkenæs

The snow liesfirm and white –The sea glowssummer-blue –Flaming sunand ice-clear airburns in tired eyes … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: March

Brothers in the fogs of life,Brothers in the deprivation on Earth,the terrible exists,shame lives in … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Brothers

The storms roar –The winter wages its war –The sea wandersalong the coasts –The sky … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Winter

Dark faces around –The clear glasses on the table –The white surfthe white snowand eternal … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Song

Powers, controlling Heaven and Earththe sun and the storm and the sea,powers, who control, invisible … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Prayer

In the black darkness of the winter morningsounds from houses the choir of roosters –Shadows … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Morning

See the sun, the sun,feel the air in the living breast,the grass under the foot … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: See!

Even when it is still,when only a single grey cloudhangs heavy at sunset,the wave rises … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: The Cape

Silent rain fallsthrough the night –Over the other coastthe storm shrieks –Here the rain falls … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Night

October rainstorm whips from the land,the sea cowers,the downpour streaks shrieking,low and black, pressing down … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Contourless

The green leaves turn yellow –The storms ravagemonth after month –Yellow-red leaves cling to black … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Red and Black

Rain-grey storm-windpresses winter-harvest’s blue-green sproutstowards black knolls –The fields wave heavily,gloomy-green hairs followin nodding dances … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Low Horizon

– The eastern storm squeezesthe sea towards the teeth of cliffscloses the portschases the fishout … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: The Weather

Black-white gullswith yellow beaks against the summer breezeupon the back of the reef –A seal … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: The Reef

The horizon of Octoberis higher than the church tower –On its jagged edgesmall steamboats wanderon … Continue ReadingGustaf Munch-Petersen: Fishing Village