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: "Zmitri" "Glice" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "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." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...GO TO THE GATE... THE DOORS ARE ABOUT TO CLOSE... She was beautiful, looked 35 (was 50)... We were deep in conversation. Kristina was bound for Copenhagen. My flight headed for Munich. "Where are you from?" "Sweden." "My family came from Småland. I really liked Sweden, but I didn't care for Lund." "That's where I'm from." How to correct my faux-pas? "I went there to see a friend Anna-Lisa Harling." "That's my sister!" We took a selfie, sent it to Anna-Lisa. "OMG, You've met my sister!" Anna-Lisa was shocked. We just laughed. Such a chance encounter. Almost missed my flight. |