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" "Glice" "Waterlily" "Speak soft my name" "Drugs sold here" 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." "In a garden of roses, baby" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "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 |
| 1. It glowed. Golden, shimmering to entice the unsuspecting and the greedy. I chose the grungiest door I could find. I'd rather go to a common hell than a heaven of fake do-gooders, or worse, a fake heaven of gold-diggers. 2. The last time I saw her, her heart was adorned with a spider brooch of false gold. I quickly strode to the grungiest door I could find, hoping she wasn't on the other side. 68.103 |