I am still tweaking the poem I said I would have ready today, but I promise not to disappoint. I stumbled across this poem, which I wrote and posted when my blog was in its nascent stage. I think it got buried in the blog entry, and I would like for the poem to have its own post like my other poems. So, here it is again but this time it is receiving the spotlight it deserves.
Norway
by Lauren Taub Cohen
With a foggy potion
and a sprinkle of mist,
the silent sorceress
casts a spell
that softens
and soothes
the serrated edges
of the savage mountains
that stand supreme.
This sleepy spell
descends upon me too
and I feel this
solipsistic self
dissolve into the
heavy haze
that shrouds
the lofty mountain
peaks.
Norwegians call this
troll-ish weather.
When even those who doubt
that trolls exist
begin to doubt their doubt
and dare to believe in
the marvelous mysteries
and boundless possibilities.
