Björn Rudbergs writings

Paled, my senses
hibernate —
a hedgehog nested
in my chest
still too late
to rest.

Eternal winter:
iced my eyes
are blessed in cinder,
darkly cried
and streaked with ash.

A northern wind,
voiced in anger —
daringly alone my
hair’s still wild.

This seasick moon.

Vision  by Odilon Redon Vision by Odilon Redon

Today Abhra opens the bar at 3 PM EST at dVerse for Open Link Night. Any poem is welcome. Just share and read… welcome.

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