Poems from Ælfhild Wiklund
Though the limbs may shake
Though the neck may snap
Though the tears are welling
We will not succumb
Though our lip is bruised
Though our...
For every time I built that shining castle made of glass
The winds of fate would blow again
And shatter it to ash
The gleaming shards that...
As long as I still enjoy the scent of rain
As long as my mother’s warm arms hold me
As long as bread still perfumes the air
And the stars...
How much longer will I be alone
With only my old friends back home
To tie me to life with love
With lines strong and true
But so few, so...
Phantoms lurk in my mind
Haunting the neural networks
On which I must travel
They dog my thoughts
They pop-up like mushrooms
Sometimes...