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: "'heart's home'" "In Lagada, la vita" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "I, Katrina" "Starbeams on Tulsa" 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?" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Early Spring in Okmulgee If those grape hyacinths won't stop interrupting... The daffodils want our attention. I'm looking for henbit. Anyone find a dandelion yet? I saw some down the alley. Go west, take a left south. Old Henry hasn't noticed them yet. Always treating our food like trash. We don't eat grass. I don't either. But you steal our honey. You're too young to know that! The hive remembers. We listen to stories. We tell stories. That red spot on you shirt sure smells sweet. Let me look closer. Not too close he's waving his hand, Be careful. Be wary. Be a bee. Yes, be a bee and behave. Now, do you need your back scratched? No! Heaven forbid. If you promise not to be rough ... ah ... that felt good. Well, it looks like rain. Time for me to pick an iris and take it home. Can we follow? Please. Pleazzz. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.89] (31.mai.2021) About 170 words For:
MAY PROMPT: You're Outside Talking to the Birds and the Bees. |