And an institution in my home since I have discovered it. I am sure I am a Swede in exile. Now where did I put the cinnamon rolls? Anyone else for a little fika?
My dreams are strongBoth day and night,In this reality I am feared,Even revered,Held in trembling respect,For I walk in placesOthers fear to go.With an elegant madness in my eyesI plunder the depthsBeyond death mysterious veil,Mordors fires,Valhalla’s glory,Nivarna’s bliss.What you prophesied as heavenWhat you call hell,Nothing is denied to the dreams I have.I tell you, you … Continue reading My Dreams Are Strong
Hi Pogue, Another flight, another airport lounge. Stockholm today and I have an hour before boarding and home. It will be nice to be home. But Stockholm’s been a blast so a good trip despite the well below 0C temperatures (we hit -18C in Helsinki allowing for the windchill factor and that’s painful!). Here in … Continue reading Monday Musing
There’s a poet in my pocketI think she’s rather quaint,She smiles like an angelAnd makes me feel a saint.She’s lending me her best linesThoughts deeper than I’ve known,Compelling me to write themUntil I’ve composed a poem.She’s not bothered about a creditIt really would be a bind,To have to wait to be acknowledgedMaybe getting left behind.For … Continue reading My Pocket
Somewhere between brilliance and blasphemyThat’s where I position my mindWith my eyes to the mountain And my back to the voidThe world in all it’s diversityI’m reading like a bookUnderstanding there is no rightTrying to decide if there’s wrongIf I should pin labelsTo other people’s thoughtsWhere should I draw the line Between divine and demonised?Oh … Continue reading Somewhere Between
Hey Pogue, I’m sitting here in Copenhagen Airport awaiting my flight to Helsinki and I’ve got to thinking. I’ve just spent several days wandering around the city taking in the Christmas preparation, the lights, the shop windows filled with appeal and the many decorated houses. Christmas is in full swing. Christmas markets, novelties to buy, … Continue reading Monday Musing
Her’s was a beautiful mindA place where the spring flowers growWhere autumnal leaves aboundAnd colours are awashYet as only nature canAll was held in harmonyShe had a beautiful mindGentle but self assuredQuietly constant without doubtLike the beach when only small waves lapFilled with purposeUndeterredAnd on days when the wind blewHer hair breaking looseThe waves would … Continue reading Beautiful Mind
Pogue, A moment of seasonal nostalgia. The same songs come round again and again and, forbid I should say it, some are becoming like hymns! Written in ages past and yet held by the faithful to still be relevant. Yes, some are absolute classics. John Lennon, Chris de Burgh, Greg Lake, Slade… But I am … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Pogue, Your grandmother has banked quite a few years and whilst I would not say she’s old (I wouldn’t dare!), I’d have to suggest she is in her twilight years. But then, how long are those? Thing is, she can talk about events that your children can only related to through history documentaries and do … Continue reading Seasonal Expectations
Dear Pogue, It is December and the world around us has turned it’s focus, wholeheartedly, towards Christmas. That is, unless you have been shopping in some of our mainline supermarkets where Christmas starts around the 1st October and continues until the beginning of Easter which I think is now the 2nd January. And that’s a … Continue reading Monday Musing