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" ![]() "In search of Iris" ![]() "Boise City" ![]() "Koan on an October sky" ![]() 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." ![]() "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." ![]() "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." ![]() "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
We were trapped. I howled as she yowled. To no avail. I saw young boys pass and wagged my tail. They didn't look my way. I jumped to touch a button to make it move. She tried to squeeze between iron bars of that elevator shaft. We felt the cold draft of open doors below. I curled up in one corner as night fell upon us. She glared at me as she curled up in the other. By morning we were curled up together. It was a cold night but a bright morning. We howled and yowled at first light. |
While Porn and Noinae argue over each other's boyfriend, Korn and Mek are caught stealing a kiss in the restroom... or some such silliness! I need to follow the script? Yes. Me too? Yes. At least I get to steal a kiss! You wish. It's in the script. ... Okay. Let's start from the top. ... I think Korn is cute. Better take care of him. Or? I will. Really? You wish! Cut it out Mek. That's not in the script. Is this? ... OMG... are they? Kissing? Yep. Okay, you-two. Time to come up for air. Doesn't look like they're listening... Nope. |