Today’s “Walpurgisnacht”, or “Valborg” as we call it in Sweden. It’s associated with a number of things, like witches, mischief and also the arrival of spring. I thought it appropriate to post a poem about nature and old folklore about nature on this day.
Beads of red
Red drops beading,
Crimson lines against the white.
Streaks that burn,
Painting patterns as they run.
Drip, drip, dripping,
Until caught and soaked right up.
Mind is emptied,
Calming breaths that last a while.
I attempt to have a conversation with myself in poetry form.
This poem was born from a reference to a Game of Thrones wedding, the last verse created first of all.
Well it’s short scene centered around a shower, so…
A poem about our relationship with one of our legal drugs, which some might partake of tonight…
My fascination with corvids rear its head again, this time describing a scene I witnessed the other day.
Some weather just isn’t nice to experience first hand…
Going back to old characters again for a story about fears and humanity.
Yup, using old proverbs to write poetry about our obsession with surface.