Fjordscene Poetry

How concentrate when you are here? It’s difficult for sure. And when you’ve left, still more than while you still were here. How can I write a poem with an exquisite poem by my side; what could I say that […]

I. Out where the ocean meets the land, the land some dots spread in the sea, remote and distant is the land cut off from where it used to be – The surging tides they push and pull, raise and […]

Monologue: Where I Stand Now. “I walk alone, remember not a time when this was not my lot; I walk alone, my melody the roaring of surrounding sea; I walk alone, my song is this, be left alone my only […]

Inner Monologue: What I’d Have Liked to Say if I Could   I. Times Pass Dreamy eyes, lost in the mist of times, where did you go? The moon is out, it’s time to dream but something stopped the flow […]

I. They come and go, the waves, they rush to and fro – along the coast there’s caves, some hidden underwater, some high up on the rock – accessible to climbers or to divers, very few accessible to all, the […]

The archipelago, dazed in the sun, glazed with the colours of the plants, steam rising from the heated ground, the shoals around the islands turquoise, dark-blue, green, in places can be seen the seafloor vividly, the glossy surface of the […]

After having attempted to write this collection several times and failed, writing an epilogue that should even remotely be able to detail the struggles I went through during the process of creation seems an insurmountable task. I guess it suffices […]

In rainy weather I remember how she pulled over her head the wide hood of her black coat to protect her straightened hair so that she wouldn’t take the injury of curls undone by rain and falling to the wind […]

Last night’s dream is now a fleeting thought – it evaded you at dawn at sun’s first beam, and if you aren’t careful, soon it’ll turn to nought It remains, lingering as a shadow in your heart – thought less […]

A goddess wove a splendid web, but before done, by dawn she fled, and left the mass of golden, tangled thread spread out beneath your head

A pale shining light cast in darkness; a dream tapestry on which I might imprint my desires and write my hopes – with or without your knowledge then I’ll cloak you in them till your days are spent

My hand was once inwoven in your hair – I feel it still. My thoughts rely thereon when through the air I sense – oh, thrill! – a smell like your perfume – I couldn’t bear to carry on without […]

Dancing careless through the streets in your flower dress with music in your voice and summer in your eyes. Unnoticed by your light I stand here in the shade while you outshine the sun. You laugh and flirt and talk […]

You are a trail of smoke inside my head. Will it condense and turn to rain which falls to cool my smoldering heart? You are a vision pure and innocent like death – a secret being born out of my […]

My hair falls in heavy waves like a red tide over my forehead and covers my eyes halfway – I should cut it, but if I did the parts your hands swam through would too be cut away.

A smell as if by flowers wafts towards me. Golden waves glide on a non-existing wind. A landscape in completion is before me. And yet it constantly seems to unwind. You smile and yet it does not reach your eye. […]

You stood there, lonely shadow cast you on the pavement, the streetlight lit your hair on fire, I stood in the shade, admired how your breath escaped your lips in clouds of damp heartbreaks I stand under the golden light […]

Dewfall has happened in my heart, night descends warm and moist upon my soul, and therein you lie asleep calm and peaceful. I wish you would wake, I wish you could, to quell the claustrophobic silence of my room, but […]

I know not whether dawn or sunset shone but such a light was in the sky; deep turquoise in the background and clouds of saffron and vermillion, which I could not separate from her hair which waved in the light […]

Shimmering in the light that turns you black, your contour dances in front of the door; a throbbing pulse of movement reaches me, a sight as unlike your appearance as the sun itself – you’re vivified by light and in […]