third of august shit hit a fan in my head, in my heart and poetry started to spout out of every thought i had and every word i heard – my anger no longer dormant demanded it be given word […]
Poems about sensitivity. Although actually, “sensitive poems” would be a better term.
These are the few poems where the poet has let loose, and allowed herself to be sensitive. Without fearing the chorus of “woman writer” that so often comes with it.
Being human means being an emotional creature, and with that comes the possibility for getting carried away. There is nothing wrong with that. But as a woman who writes poetry, there can be a backlash every now and then. This has led K-M Skalkenæs to be fairly strict with herself in relation to how emotional her poems are “allowed” to get. But not these ones.
For a variety of reasons, these poems could not and should not be tamed in such a manner.