Fjordscene Poetry

glistening petals, pearly skin as white and rosy as a memory of fairytales told to me long ago – but somehow they don’t seem to be the lasting objects of veneration that I have sought, (that I came here to […]

Out of the ocean rises it, transparent in its beauty, cocks head in joyful majesty and marvels at its power, then bends its neck when nearing land, in curiosity – consumes itself in foam and then collapses on the sand; […]

Balancing on a steady stem the tender purple bluish threads which make up its small, fragile head raised to the hiding sun, its rosy eye gleams to the sky, that through June ever blinds its eye to those who seek […]

Grey wood, with reddish blotched spots that spread around the hinges – withered wood and rusted metal, bent by gravity and time – hanging on by habit only, guarding still the entrance to an abandoned site where lies a meadow, […]

On such a pleasant evening I rejoice in the ocean’s waves’ ancient-old voice as they their thuds against the ship let sound amidst the vast, blue realm which us surround These waves, these North Sea hills and vales which I […]

As night-time falls I watch the moon’s pale reflecting light rise up over the horizon’s far-off dunes of fields with varying crops, and listen to the night’s saddening tunes of crying crickets and falling drops and an owl who lonely […]

Thin whirling veils of pink and gold are intertwined across the sky and dance in slow and graceful motion ‘round a perfect half-sphere, cold and white and drenched in mist that makes it wobble slightly to our eyes as it […]

Luminescent night-air, walking in the dirzzling rain. There’s no light yet there is light and rain like mist with silence in its noise. Mid-autumn leaves cannot decide on letting go or holding on. No wind is there to help them […]

I know a place where the rain is warm and the wind is genial – I know a place where the sun is mild and the darkness minimal – I also know it isn’t here which isn’t optimal…

In curls and ringlets, dark yet vividly expressed like broken brushstrokes it bends and stretches out across a piece of sky that blotched in turquoise, purple, pink and orange bids the day: “goodbye”; this oak tree, curled as if asleep […]

The heavy, humid feeling of something approaching yet not yet near enough to bring release. The pressure of the atmosphere, the heat, the irritation and the claustrophobia of the moment. You wait and wait and wait. But thunder comes whenever […]

The pressure in the air is full of birdsong. The heat declares its presence everywhere. The faintest smell of apple blossoms and of grass comes greeting through the window on the swell. The cooling breeze comes to caress my hair, […]

There are smoldering trees on the hill tonight and faint silhouettes of birds in flight but there’s no sign of you and there’s no heat to thaw the frost that cover grass and quiet trees, just this: The sun’s last, […]

Warble birds your sweet, sweet song. Never stop. Go on. Go on. My heart’s heavy, my song’s spent. My head’s heavy, earthward bent. Sing a song of sweet delight, send it upwards to the light while I wander in the […]

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 […]