Frostwriting

Swedish Microverse

by Öyvind Helgesson

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Drizzly and cold
No one now to scrunch up with
under our umbrella




Strilande kallregn
Nu trängs ingen med mig
under vårt paraply




From Fri haiku nr. 3, 2010






When he pried it open
my despairing fist
was empty  



När han bände upp
min förtvivlat knutna hand
var den tom


(For Willy Kyrklund)

 

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Issue 12 contents

Poetry