Poem: Swimming

Video link: https://youtu.be/Y8mHLlF0bMo Preamble: come to Fortellerfestivalen at Hellviktangen Kunstkafé on Nesodden this Sunday 25/09/22 for more poetry, harp music, and plenty of other free and family friendly performances (the others are in Norwegian, mine is in English). More info: https://www.facebook.com/events/811618873201304/ _____________________________________________________ Icy slivers of water pierce your skin Winds howl in your mind Waves…

Poem: The Plum Tree

Video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdD3K84oyvI ————————- Preamble: It’s been a busy month-and-a-half with moving house and doing my poetry reading last month, but we are more or less settled in our new home in a small village in Drenthe. It’s beautiful and peaceful here, with some proper woods nearby, where I’ve already enjoyed a few walks. Still,…

Updated: Poetry reading, 2nd of July

Drum roll, please! I have quite spontaneously decided to take the plunge and do a poetry reading. And my rather fabulous mother, Fanny Parow Knill, will be accompanying me on the harp. Featured work will be some of the poetry I have posted here previously, plus some brand new stuff. In July we will be…

Poem: A Change in the Weather

I like rain, I tell myself. I would rather bundle up against the cold than face the slick sheen of sweat and sunscreen that feels heavy on my face and distorts my vision, – an inevitable consequence of summer. And all of this is true. But, as the heat rolls in, with its pungent floral…

Poem: Home

It wasn’t the soaring mountain peaks perpetually capped with snowNor the green and purple lights speeding across the night sky It was not the round pebbles and jagged rocks under my bare feetThe shrieks and joyful splashes of water, the gathering storm Not the smell of rotting leaves and mushrooms, with the frost slowly descendingNor…

Poem: Spring

This is one of the few poems I wrote pre-2020 and one of the even fewer that I feel still holds up after I’ve gotten more into reading and writing poetry over the past year. So, before it’s too late to post a seasonal poem (we had summer here for a few days just now),…

Poem: Green Jacket

Sometimes I go out walking in my green jacket. I put the hood up and disappear amongst the moss and leaves and grass. I become shrouded in the utter lack of expectation,which is the only true magic I know.