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 the midst of silence" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "Boise City" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I knew this way once In dense fog, you stand, out-of-focus, beyond a tunnel of warming green, a phantom of a former life, down a path I've not forgotten, fearful to follow again. This way to nether worlds, this border sundering life from death, mere illusions we must believe. Should I find you, will we fondle fingers. Or will you fling a spell like last time, and will I forget again. K.E 29.february.2020 ** Image ID #2214112 Unavailable ** Written for
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