Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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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: "Zmitri" "Where grows the compost heap" "A radiant moon has set" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "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." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" 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. |