noone notices
how the tree
fills up
with parrots
and people enter
through the mother’s
black skirt
to sit down
in the pews


Coloured collage. Made from ink drawings in the graphic story En reserverad plats. Poem heard in dream.


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2 svar på Abyssus

  1. zoe skriver:

    i am of course fascinated by the skeleton… 😀 but this poem is so powerful! i immediately see images in my mind. and it makes me think of all the truly bizarre things we miss by not putting them into certain words (by not noticing them).

    • Niklas skriver:

      Thank you! A good time for noticing the bizarre is in the morning before one´s fully awake, dipping in and out of sleep, having pen and paper within reach.

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