Enga mellom fjella

Spring... froggy

Spring... froggy

         for Carla Holmstad

She leaves her house, nursing
the mild end of winter, holding
a frog-in-the-throat, chirping
past snow-melt, ditches, croaking
at a stained wood podium, seeking
warmth and the life-giving waters

of an audience.

© Kåre Enga 11.march.2014

me:

In spite of doing things every day, I have accomplished little when I check my list at night. I need to check it in the morning!

Another issue: my body hasn't adapted to the time change yet. But with days getting brighter I should be okay.

Last night I went to poetry reading by 5 poets including Carla Holmstad. I really liked her "Fire and Ice" poem. I wrote "Spring... froggy" while she was reading and gave her a slightly edited copy before she left. I wove it out of her having a frog in her throat, the podium she recited from (yeah... recited!), the weather, a glass of water Barbara gave her. We spoke afterwards about Norwegian heritage. Hers comes from around Trondheim in the north or further north. A very bleak area outside of the fertile valley.

Lists. I need to make lists!

Then plans.

Then buy tickets.

Not necessarily in that order.

May you-all not be too froggy tonight.

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