poetry – Page 2

Insect Music

Howling through the houses,
insect music plays us a song.

The windows rattle and shake,
fluff balls whoosh from hiding.

The clouds move undecidedly,
sun, grey, sun, grey, sun, grey.

We have a lazy mixed-up day,
undecided about what to do.

Insufferable
Longing for the stormy sea
Green hills surround me

Touch my cold parts
warm my refrigerated heart
Take me on a journey
flam throw me with your love
Touch my aged skin
be my fire in the winter dark

Saltwater soaked skin
Sand and shells in between my toes
Sea-swept hair lightened by the sun
Saltwater soaked soul

Take me from this place
where work is all-consuming
sleeping until noon

In a foreign land
we look around with the west in our eyes
the east in our minds
the north in our hearts and
the south in our ears.

So many directions
our vision is clouded
our minds sharp
our hearts with the old gods and
our ears listen to the sea.

A dark blanket
from a cold winter.

By the sea,

By the hills,

By both, we
feel cool
against
the skin.

Encased within winter,
between the green hills
and
the blanket grey sky
you hear a faint whisper.

You hear a whisper
from spring,
a spring
cool
against
the skin.