Fjordscene Poetry

The lamp is burning its light is dull – whoever lit it has fled But through the night that faint, lost light keeps shining in her stead

What is the greatest source of inspiration? What can really make you contemplate and urge you forward to complete something? Well, if you’re happy and content you might never see the point of changing anything, right? You cannot know the […]

I carry the poems inside me no matter what else I do they hum in the back of my head and will me to see them through

Fingerprints etched with a finely sharpened tool into the stone Someone may have wanted to preserve a moment here They should have known that all they could effect was a memorable stone to stand behind; brooding at the passing of […]

Where are my sunrises? Where are my sunsets? Where are my days? An endless night has taken their place. Where are my colours? Where is the music? Colourless it fades. A blurry image of a world now passes by – […]

She speaks through me, she looks like me but I don’t want to know her – and if she was able to hear my voice or heed my advice there’s much I’d like to show her. But turning gently in […]

Someone once said to me: “Not all of your poems have to be good. After all, when you need to fill out a whole book, some of the material will inevitably just have to be fillers.” Just no. A chance […]

The question never ceases to surprise me – the only one most men have wits to think of when they hear that I write poetry. “So, you write love poems, don’t you?” over and over – always the same – […]

Tenuous grip on sanity – that scent of man – tendons on a turned neck – the gesture of a hand – Flex of muscles on a leg – – I can resist this! – To long – it’s been […]

Thick drops bright red dissolving in tonic water – evening distant buzz fading – tired of drinking, too tired not to –

Though said that I have principles, ideals and dreams of better futures worth the building, is the truth not rather, somehow still, that no thought of mine ever soared so high that I didn’t, beneath it, secretly yearn to shear […]

There’s a nightmare afoot and I cannot tell if it is a dream or reality rearing its ugly head intent on breaking the spell – Something dropped and then picked up only to be dropped again – play that on […]

I would write, I would write but I am tired and the words don’t come – perhaps tomorrow or any other day but today. But if I say that every day I may never get to write again and that […]

I am a stray cat nobody wants to feed – I am an echo in the silence you create with all the noise you make – I am a shadow in the darkness of the night – I am a […]

I am a civilized woman, am I not? A product of a state who never lets me go. A product of millennia of development, and paths that others had to go. Then why does the darkness within remain? The drive […]

A quiet but merciless centrifugal force of inarticulate gibberish burst from people’s lips around me. There is no respite from the meaning I fail to discern in their murmurings. There is no peace to be had from moving lips and […]

The moth inside me yearns towards the people in the crowd with their invisible light – the aura of their company invisible by sight – although each contact only causes me to burn. Yet still I find myself dwell on […]

The more I know, the less you seem to know. I used to think you knew everything. Now I know that you know a few things. And fake a good many. Now I know that I could teach you. Yet […]

Blanketed by darkness that nestles itself around my heart – probing my brain with foggy tentacles for light left – Leaden arms and legs that feel unlike my own and a voice that speaks through my mouth though I can’t […]

A scorching summer’s sun sinking making way for pale pink ribbons flailing disappearing into inky bluish black – We stood here once your back not turned – Do you remember who I am? Did that memory fade or does a […]