a white swan glides amorously
suspended in invisible leagues
of heaven
floating
soaring
triumphally across the cloudery
nacreous waves breathe forth
its rhythms down below,
rolling into glaciers of gold,
below suns of silver, embered skies,
gulfs of foaming life
marl and silt
sun and steel
love and beauty
mute trees sway in the wind
cradling the beautiful nests
of seagull mothers
every drop of the great blue sea
is pristine and pure
tonight
clysters of serenity ! sea of topazes,
majestic dance of belugas !
a perfect marine azure
i dissolve into
once upon the time
we lived here
i shall never forget
my origins
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Thursday, December 5, 2024
"CIRCASSIAN SHORE"
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