Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "In Lagada, la vita" "Waterlily" "At three" "Mauve Mavis" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "In a garden of roses, baby" "Tupac and more poetry" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
In Granada: Amazed how different it is. A colonial town with a vibrant turist scene. Hot. Humid. Horses... everywhere. Carriages and carts. Stray dogs. A pig in the market. Courtyards. I enjoyed the brief rain. But now trying to survive under a fan. I always survive. Nicaragua was plan N. Not well planned at all. Bus trip was long and dusty although talking to Lorraine, age 60 from York, and her young 30 year old travel companion from Perth, was nice. I should come back. ♥ |