Fjordscene Poetry

Nobody should understand itwhen the miraculous happens –there’s no road to happiness,nobody remembers a lucky paththat leads to the door of happiness. Oh, to chase the bird of happinessis to wander without pathsand to grasp without hands.To become king in […]

Warm words, beautiful words, deep words…They’re like the scent of a flower in the nightthat you can’t see.Behind them lurks an empty space…Perhaps they are the curling smokefrom the warm hearth of love?

Unnecessary suffering,unnecessary waiting,the world is as empty as your laughter.The stars are falling –cold and lovely night.Love smiles in its sleep,love dreams of eternity…Unnecessary fear, unnecessary pain,the world is less than nothing,down into the depths slides from the hand of […]

I was alone at the light beachnear the pale blue forest lake,a lone cloud floated in the sky,on the water a lone island.The ripened sweetness of summerwas dripping from every tree,down into my open heart rana tiny droplet.

Wandering clouds are fastened along the mountainside,endless hours they stand in silence and wait:will a sudden wind scatter them across the plain,shall they rise with the sun high up above the snowcapped pinnacles?Wandering clouds block out the sun,the mourning flags […]

There’s a candle in the windowthat slowly burnsand tells that somebody died in there.Some conifers silencearound a path that abruptly endsat a cemetery in mist.A bird chirps –who is in there?

I.My life was nakedlike the grey cliffs,my life was coldlike the white heights,but my youth sat with burning cheeksand cheered: the sun comes!And the sun came and I lay nakedall day long on the grey cliffs –a cold breath came […]

When the night comesI stand on the stair and listen,the stars are swarming in the gardenand I stand in the darkness.Listen; the sound of a falling star!Don’t walk barefoot out into the grass –my garden is full of splinters.

The rivers run under the bridges,the flowers shine alongside the roads,the forests bend themselves whispering to the ground.For me nothing is anymore high or low,black or white,for I have seen a whiteclad womanin my lover’s arm.

The naked trees stand around my houseand let in sky and air without pause,the naked trees move down to the beachand reflect themselves in the water.Still a child plays in the grey smoke of autumnand a girl walks with flowers […]

The pale lake of autumndreams heavy dreamsof a spring-white islandthat sunk into the sea. Pale lake of autumn,how your ripples hide,how your mirror forgetsdays must die. The pale lake of autumncarries its high sky lightly and quietlylike life and death […]

I am the last flower of the harvest.I was rocked in the cradle of summerand set to watch for the north wind,red flames burst outon my white cheek.I am the last flower of the harvest,I am the dead spring’s youngest […]

Our sisters wear multicoloured garments,our sisters stand near the water and sing,our sisters sit on rocks and wait,they have water and air in their basketsand call it flowers.But I throw my arms around a cross and cry.I was once as […]

No bird strays into my remote corner,no black swan that comes with longing,no white gull predicting storm…In the rock-shadow my wildness watches,ready to flee at the slightest rustle, for approaching steps…Bluey and silent is my world, the ecstatic…I have a […]

For the sake of my own paleness I love red, blue and yellow,the great whiteness is sorrowful like the snowy twilightwhen Snow White’s mother sat by the window and wished for black and red as well.The longing of the colours […]

Far away from happiness I lie asleep on an island in the sea.The fogs rise and fall and the wind shifts,I dream uneasy dreams about wars and bacchanals,and that my beloved stands on a ship and watchesthe flying swallows and feels […]

I am no woman. I am a neutrum.I am a child, a page and a quick decision,I am a laughing stripe of scarlet sun…I am a net for all ferocious fish,I am a toast to the honour of all women,I […]

Violet twilights I carry inside me from my ancient past,naked virgins at play with galloping centaurs…Yellow sunny days with sparkling appearances,sunbeams only worthily envelop a loving female body…The man hasn’t come, has never been, shall never be…The man is a fake […]

God is a bed we rest on in the Allpure as angels, with saintly blue eyes that answer the greetings of the stars;god is a pillow we rest the head on, god is a support for our feet;god is a […]

It is a stripe of sea which glistens greyat the edge of the sky,it has a dark blue wallresembling land,this is where my longing lingersbefore it flies home.