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" "Boise City" "Plain cover jacket" 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." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Wearing her best dress to church, Serendipity tossed dark curls at Andrew. He smiled. She smiled back. "How old are you?" "14. Vampires only count centuries — Look into my eyes; see my vast past; the path of your new future." Original 68 words: Serendity wore her best dress to church on her birthday. She flaunted her dark curls at a young man in the back corner pew. He smiled. She drew closer, squinting her eyes. "How old are you?" "Vampires only count the centuries. Single digits means you're still young. Are you a teenager yet? Look into my eyes and see my vast past... and the short path of your future." |