Nordic Dream

I shared with Anita,

I shared it with my westside gang of writers,

I shared it with Per-Kåre's clan

and now with you :)

And I dedicate it to the Nybakk and all her friends. 

NORDIC DREAM

Last night I dreamt of your island,
where mountains shoot out of ocean.

Vågsøy,
Sogn og Fjordane,

somewhere
where words harbour strange sounds -
brand new diphthongs
hooked on my tongue,
blues and greens of the fisherman.

And through the eye of iced dreamers,
I touched the stone polished by time,
taille de guêpe* fashioned by tides,
earthrides, fabric of all angels.

Now show me coverts on the shore.

 Poet's Note:
taille de guêpe: in fashion, the perfect figure

© Nat Hall 2010