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, […]
Poems about transience. This is close to the most important theme in K-M Skalkenæs’ poetry. It just keeps popping up.
Why is that? Well, transience is an innate part of who we are and how we live. We are transient being, however much we like to pretend otherwise. Our surroundings change and we change – and that’s how life is.
K-M Skalkenæs embraces this in her poetry. It is easy to describe, but it can be hard to live with. There is no way of turning back or freezing time. And she firmly believes that it is for the best.
Transience is a thing of beauty, if you choose to accept it for what it is, and live with it instead of against it.