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Poetry, writing and translations by K-M Skalkenæs

  • English poetry
    • 30 after thoughts (2021)
    • divisive / dismissive / missive (2018)
    • Light Requires Darkness (2018)
    • Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes (2017)
    • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn (2014)
    • What Bits of Peace My Life’s Ensured (2014)
    • Poems Inspired by Paintings (2014)
  • Danish poetry
    • De spor man efterlader sig (2017)
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    • Edith Södergran
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      • The Rose Altar
      • The Shadow of the Future
      • The Land Which Is Not
    • Gustaf Munch-Petersen
      • naked human
      • The Lowest Country
      • Towards Jerusalem
      • Nineteen Poems
    • Edvard Søderberg
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Poems about change. What does that even mean? How can you say you write about “change”? Change can mean anything and everything.

True. And especially so when it is such a common theme for a poet.

However, I can explain. When K-M Skalkenæs uses the word “change” it can technically be the nebulous: “everything changes”. But more often it is related to the theme of transience, which she has also written a lot about. They are usually linked.

Change refers to the passing of time. The changes people see in themselves and others. The changes time wreaks around them. And most importantly: How to cope.

Tag: Change

  • 30 after thoughts
  • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn
17 Mar, 201813

New Poem: Lace

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in beams of light, dispersing remnants of snow. SUMMER: The skin on the back of your hand, the sunshine through the trees, the veins that pattern […]

  • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn
17 Mar, 201830

Ode to My Elementary School

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]

  • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn
17 Mar, 201830

Change and Perpetuity

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I stand at the shore where the sea once was and I know not that’s how it is. I’ve looked at the oaks my entire life; they were here before me and they will remain. I stand at the shore […]

  • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn
17 Mar, 201821

Child of the Unraveling

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

To a long lost friend My personal anachronism you – I’ll never understand. Your jumping, floating timeline seems completely out of hand Your looks tell me clearly That just like me you are a child of the Unraveling who bears […]

  • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn
17 Mar, 201821

The Presence

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

You’re present here beside me you speak within my dream, you stir around me in the air like vapour in the steam Your voice I’ve known forever as much as I recall, and though I do not want you you […]

  • Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn
17 Mar, 201821

The Wasteland Where the Slaughterhouse Was

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Overgrown with weeds, squeezed into place between apartment blocks – irregular in shape, a vast expanse of emptiness and plants – a little jungle in the middle of the city, framed by makeshift fences meant to keep intruders out (the […]

  • What Bits of Peace My Life's Ensured
17 Mar, 201821

Fragile Dawn

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Fragile Dawn – I barely see you as you shimmer through an eyelid halfway gone before you’re here, halfway gone while you are here – You bring promises with you that, forgotten, fade with you in the bittersweet gradient of […]

  • What Bits of Peace My Life's Ensured
17 Mar, 201821

Awaiting Thunder

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

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 […]

  • What Bits of Peace My Life's Ensured
17 Mar, 201821

The Thunderstorm’s Approach

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

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, […]

  • Uncategorized Poems
16 Mar, 201812

Flashback to Elementary School

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

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 […]

  • Uncategorized Poems
16 Mar, 201812

My Hair Falls

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

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.

  • Uncategorized Poems
16 Mar, 201812

Two Glass Shards

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

We used to be a bottle before we broke apart. Now we are merely glass shards moved by the ocean’s heart And if we once should happen washed up on the same beach we, by the sea’s erosion, can never […]

  • 30 after thoughts
15 Jul, 201613

New Poem: “All Outside of Me and I Outside of All”

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

Watching tableaus change before my eyes – people moving, scenarios altered, everything now happens in a sort of vacuum – all outside of me and I outside of all. All outside of me and I outside of all I float […]

  • Uncategorized Poems
17 Dec, 201530

New Poem: “The Wait”

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

I waited for the snowfall but when it finally came the snowflakes melted in the air before they reached the ground and all remained the same. I waited for the sunshine but when I finally caught a beam it had […]

  • Uncategorized Poems
10 Jun, 201017

New Poem: “snow angels”

Posted By K-M Skalkenæs

There was a girl with name unknown, her face was blank and blue her gown From where she came nobody knew and she disappeared like morning dew Vanished at the sight of sun its warmth could never reach her heart, […]

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