Enare Träsk

Enare Träsk

Jag hade en lite arbetslucka idag på jobbet och ‘plopp’ så dök en dikt upp i mitt hufvud.

Jag har ingen aning om varför jag skrev ett ode till Enare Träsk  men jag gjorde det och här är det i uruppförande:

Edit: Jag insåg just att dikten blir bättre om jag lägger till ”utan fjäsk” på tredje sista raden, så jag gjorde det nu.

Enare Träsk

Om du badar i Enare Träsk

Så får du ett renare fläsk

Du bränner då senare mäsk

Späd sedan ut det med lenare läsk

Drick det ut ur en mugg, utan fjäsk

I handen, på randen till stranden

Vid detta, renare, lenare Enare Träsk.

 

 

Jag skrev en vårdikt

Vintern karg och hård den höljer
med vit filt, vårt land den döljer

snöig driva med istid hota
Där står jag redo att vinter mota

Med min stolthet lång framdragen
Frejas fröjd, den eviga stoden
luckan öppnas till syndafloden
Jag pinka skall, fram vårdagen

Våren skall hjälpas
Vinter, skall stjälpas!
Kung Bore! Mitt köttsvärd jag svinga
Dess gula flamma dig betvinga!

The Day The Saucers Came – Neil Gaiman

Påmindes idag om Neil Gaimans dikt The Day The Saucers Came ur boken Fragile Things.
Här är en liten recitation med medföljande animation som dök up på da webs.

Neil Gaiman – The Day the Saucers Came from Matt McGee on Vimeo.

That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.