Fjordscene Poetry

crystal curtain dropletsfrozen onto branches –world stiffened overnight. brittle, breaking changes – and all has becometoo tender to touch –sight must suffice – distance wise – white clouds wisp awaycontours of trees –exploring stillness. peace.

tiny green eyes see the sun for the first time – a cruel sun wanting to burn them back into the ground – wrestling with wispy clouds to get through and do its intended harm – while the tiny green […]

steam in a sliced sunbeam through a door ajar mixing with the dust grains – an imitated interstellar nebula – swirling in the gloom a false creation of a world hiding in an empty room –

scathing sunlight scorching parched earth – scathing humans robbing humans of self-worth – earth spins panting, looking on in its despair – our every action makes it wish we weren’t here –

light splinters off the waves – white flecks sprinkling everywhere – clouding my vision as the water curls –

leaves fallen – light stolen – heatwaves stick – thick air waves glowing dust – let rust, corrode what’s left –

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 […]

The restless wind rustles the wheat today; sunshine – yesterday; sleet, a sun that dares to show its face for once and deigns to filter through the branches’ lace – A lazy tune that’s being hummed in vain with nobody […]

I am nothing unique, really – I am a drop of water in the river of society, unsatisfied, unfulfilled, like any other. We’re headed somewhere collectively but that is not a place I wish to see – the fear is […]

Once upon a time my ancestors walked this Earth, procreated and died. Now I am here – a relic of their foibles; left behind. And when I’m gone – if things were right – I’d too be passing something on. […]

The Spring announced itself today – the 3rd of April – with a flash of light and an angry roar it washed the winter off the ground as it were – And underneath the winter suddenly the flowers, tough, exploded […]

The early days of Spring drowned in snow – here and there a flower far too hopeful for the future stirs beneath the icy blanket, head now hanging low –

Heavy dampness in the air, whiteness everywhere – muffled sounds from far away as morning wakes to day – Tentative light that tries to poke its fingers through the fog of sleep – the war of Spring on Winter leaves […]

The stone circle in progress hums quietly to you as hills through the mist drift back into view. The faces on the stones observe you quietly as you bravely traverse this piece of history. The peat bog winks you closer […]

There’s mist in the valleys between the hills and the sunset sets it on fire. There’s foam on the waves rolling ashore and breaking over the pier. There’s hazy birdsong drifting down towards us on the breeze. There’s less than […]

1. Does the cell think of the purpose of its existence as it wriggles its way around between its many brethren? Does it ever consider how small and fragile it is, or how and why it exists? No. It just […]

Jeg følger i deres kølvand – søger deres hemmeligheder mens jeg skjuler mine egne. De lys derude kalder – de kalder gennem tågen – deres flakken afspejler mit flyvske, urolige hjertes ubestandige slag. Jeg føler at de taler til mig. […]

Jeg står i vand til over hovedet – men det er der ikke længere (vandet) – omkring mig breder sig en flade af grønt, bølgende græs – der er ingen kontrast til det bølgende vand – kun diget adskiller – […]

Hvidt støv suser over grå asfalt snart dækket – hvide fnug fyger, skjuler horisonten – jeg går uden at efterlade spor; jeg kunne forsvinde, lægge mig under en hvid dyne, sove – men verden ville finde mig alligevel før eller […]

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 […]