felted sculpture by Marjolein Dallinga for bloomfelt.com



Long after the firefly had gone its trail of light kept moving across my cornea.
Its faint flicker kept dancing through the darkness of my closed eyes like a lost soul.
I raised my hand to touch the dark. But my fingers felt nothing. The little light stayed
its course just out of reach

translation from Dutch by Luc Matter from the novel” Norwegian woods”


1 Comment

  1. Norwegian wood- The Beatles
    I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me…
    She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

    She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
    So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

    I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
    We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed"

    She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
    I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath

    And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
    So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.

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