rare pretty ice eggs
produced by wind and water
in northern Finland
standing in the rain again
in the rain again I stand,
next to the Finnish truck driver waiving with a wet newspaper
or maybe it's a card deck, hand looks like a duck's beak
from the radio "Satumaa" sounds like fruits falling from trees
rolling down on the patio to find a man and woman circling each other's bulb like bodies
and everyone has forgotten why it rains
we are surrounded by tango and dresses and unsteady hands on knee caps, nails tapping on guilt and minds too hazy to recall what a promise feels like
drops keep running down my neck
I long for a glass of whatever to lean my finger and thoughts against
Reijo Taipale will not be leaving the radio anywhere soon, and someone says "we are in a movie, feels like it, right? this is too real to be anything but"
no birds are singing anymore
wax like birches are standing heavy and empty against the quiet lake
where all the horses sometimes used to swim
the wooden boards will squeak when I leave.
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Fine little demoness waits for me
Me sail across Pohjola Sea
Me sail dat ship all alone
I never think I go back home.
Oh Louhi Louhi, oh behbee now, me gotta go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Three nights and days me sail that sea
Me thinks of Louhi constantly
An on de ship I dream she dare
I smell the sulphur in her hair.
Ohhhh Louhi Louhi, oh no, me gotta go
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
Louhi Louhi, ye mama now, me gotta go
I say, me gotta go.
OCTAVE:
LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
SESTET:
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as did Moses & Joshua
All countries that begin with the letter "F" even if U need to teach us to be FAIR
Bless little Fiji, so steeped in tourism & history (sugar slavery) now at peace
Formosa, now called Taiwan, but so many islands, I cannot list them all
In heart of Europe, Franc, once like UK a great colonizer, forgive France ...
We forgive tourists & others as we're forgiven! CORONA time when unity begins
Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.
How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then gulp to oblivion's brink.
I’ve been told that the Finns take to boozing.
They love Kossu — a drink of their choosing.
This tradition is old
for in Finland it's cold,
so their habit can merit excusing.
Rural eyes fall upon my white guest with golden hairs.
She’s put on jeans, not a sari, and an orange T-shirt, not a blouse.
Brown children chase her in wonder along our country road.
I’m her host- cum- guide just for a day.
My Indian English and her Finnish English meander through the mist.
Kids clap her risky balancing on a fallen coconut palm across a pond.
Applause replaces her nerves.
She buys a paper bowl of parched peanuts.
Brown vendor’s eyes prick her white skin.
And we return like the sun amidst the saffron splendor.
Water boils in my kettle in the kitchen.
Her tongue drops sugar.
Smell of sweet vibes wafts up from my mind’s coffee mug.
I resist my hot impulse to pinch on her chubby cheek.
And I bundle everything up in a precious smile.
The Escape
When Rudolph the red nosed reindeer wanted to
Be normal and join the flock on earth, Santa got depressed
Sat by many of Finland’s lakes contemplating his life
He too was tired of flying through the air and gets a cold
He wanted sunlight and a sandy beach.
He got hold of a tame water buffalo and an unemployed
Drunk from Helsinki and for a while they got away with it
Till an elf with a grudge told a newspaper about it and children too
Had long wondered why Rudolph had two horn, not antler and why
Santa was late, swore and kept falling off his sledge.
Santa had to come back from Thailand and sort out this corruption
He told twitter he was sorry, but fired blabber mouthed elf.
He had to look for sober man to act as Santa and train a new reindeer,
Because Rudolph and had got the taste of the high life.
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