Two islands

Two islands


The taste of tangerines remains a memory. Jade green water, yellow rapeseed flowers, snow capped Hallasan. Jeju-do, the island 'over there'.

For eight years the busy streets of Queens clamored for her attention, drove her to seek a quiet place.

The taste of corn, smell of dust, yellow forsythia, snow of blizzards. Kansas, an island of peace.


Kåre Enga

catalogue number: [162.279]

Note: written after speaking with a Social Work student from South Korea. About 58 words. In response to a contest on-line here for prose of just 55 words! Not that easy to do. Whether it is prose or poetry in the end doesn't bother me.