As I mentioned on my blog yesterday I’m dedicating this month to write on a poetry book or rather: I’m selecting and editing English poems that I’ve been writing over the past four years. (I post on my blog every day but I do not always send them out as e-mails, however you can always find them here).
I’m very excited as it has been a while since my English debut Shadows of Amsterdam was released back in 2017.*
Looking back at that time I wasn’t half as confident as I am now, I was extremely anxious about the release and there’s many things I would have done different today. I remember how I wished I would have been more assertive when I disagreed with the editor (who was an older gentleman, quite intimidating, native British and bitter that his self-declared genius poems never was understood by anyone).
But having that experience is golden now. In the meantime I have been writing a couple of Danish novels that I will not try to have published officially; I see them as a practice. Same goes for a lot of poetry. But that’s a story for another time.
The poem I’m sharing today was originally written as a song. It’s referring to something I experience that is called synesthesia where colours, sounds and emotions mix up.
Our House Underwater
I see light at the window
or is it just a feeling?
I found all of your colours
glued to the ceiling
Our house underwater
a sonar out of reach
someone left my chair
at the diamond beach
by nature things will change
but for all I know
you remain the same
a thousand piece puzzle
missing bits of Ocean
it can be hard to tell
all of the blue's apart
I see light at the window
or is it just a feeling?
I found all of your colours
glued to the ceiling.
(Picture taken on a cold April afternoon at Mariendal Strand, DK.)
*Shadows of Amsterdam is not in print anymore, however if you wish to purchase an e-book version it is possible either through me directly or Amazon.