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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.

Enga mellom Fjella




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 "SentinelOpen in new Window.

Daffodils from Mandy.

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FACES




PLACES





Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga

~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
June 30, 2024 at 5:32pm
June 30, 2024 at 5:32pm
#1073373
Aggy and Jiggy were among those left to take inventory of who and what remained, thankful that all was not lost. Life went on for those left behind. With numbers reduced, they paired up to prepare for the oncoming cold their long-gone elders had warned them about. Everyone burrowed deep as temperatures dropped... and then rains... and a nip of frost. More were lost to the flood before Jeremy took pity, threw leaves on top and brought a tarp. It would keep them snug and warm till he and the sun returned after the coming ice and snow had melted.
June 30, 2024 at 5:26pm
June 30, 2024 at 5:26pm
#1073372
Home heated up until many left to find a cooler damper spot. Why did they cross the sidewalk? To get to the other side where there was shade and where sprinklers watered the grass. Not all made it across as lizards guarded paths and robins hunted from above. Dagmar was the first to go missing, then Biggy and Diggy. At home Aggy sang a dirge of death and defiance till Jeremy came to turn over the compost to help it rot. He hauled half of it away. To where they did not know. They prayed it was a better place.
June 30, 2024 at 5:20pm
June 30, 2024 at 5:20pm
#1073371
Jeremy's compost heap soaked up rain as the Gnome dumped more worms to churn it. It had been a long winter but a few elders had survived in the heart of the pile where it stayed cozy. They welcomed the newcomers, showed them around. When everyone was fed and settled-in they mated.

More rain, more manure, more food to feed their wiggling offspring: Aggie, Biggy, Dagmar, Diggy… After-the-thaw was a season of plenty. Joy! Joy! Joy! They made haste to be fruitful and multiply before the hot globe reached its zenith to bake their home... as June sang its tune.

June 16, 2024 at 5:31pm
June 16, 2024 at 5:31pm
#1072756
Seymour: before you die...

Oh, Seymour —

Make me happy, Seymour. Water me, feed me, speak to me.

I'll sing about the trials of my day: dawn, noon's sun-scorch, twilight, the ...

Nights of White Satin

as you fall asleep unaware I keep watch over you.

Last time you traveled no one watered me and I feared for my existence.

Then you nearly drowned me with tears as you sobbed it was all a mistake.

I've been here 15 years.

I helped you bury your cat, your dog, your mother ...

I'll miss you.

Who will you gift me to? Do they know that I can sing?

© Kåre Enga [181.26.S#6] (16.juni.2024)

100 word drabble. Prompt: a plant or animal.

Made into an item: ""Seymour: before you die..." S#6 100 wOpen in new Window.
June 9, 2024 at 8:07pm
June 9, 2024 at 8:07pm
#1072404
Blackie lay dead.

"Must've used up all nine lives."

"With some help."

"Hey, it survived the last time I killed it."

"Well, then what..."

"...or who."

"That tomcat over there looks guilty."

"So does that dog."

"That old lady sure looks mean."

The raggedy tom hissed. Boris threw a stone.

The pit-bull growled. Alexandria growled back.

the old lady spat at them.

"Hey, aren't you rabid? Who let you out?"

The two brats laughed; then bored, they left.

Miss Cherry-Mae, Pretty-boy and Fluffy carefully approached.

Are they gone?

The cat meowed.

"Good job everyone, maybe this time they'll leave us alone."







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