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: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "Speak soft my name" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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." "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...Lillihammer. I managed to get on the train at the airport and arrived okay. Goofed up on how I did my reservation, but that was fixed. Then I overslept and missed breakfast. That's a definite no no in Norway. Wandered around town and was really charmed by the outdoors museum, Maihaugen. Tomorrow I might take a look at the sites from the '94 Olympics. My room is quite nice but I feel isolated as people seem to keep to themselves. This can be a real problem in Scandinavia. I've experienced this before. Sent a postcard off but card and postage cost about $4.50 so I won't be sending many. Cheaper by far to call. Lefse and lompe are both soft flat breads. Lompe is potato based. With my odd combination of shrimpsalad, chicken wings and goatcheese.... I will survive. |