Norway, land of the midnight sun, where the beauty of nature never ceases to a maze.”
From Peer Gynt
by Henrik Ibsen
My bridges postcards collection.
A fishermanskirting shorein his high-prowed skiffcrossing bamboo oarscomes up with a jolt –nets catch not fishbut the wizened fingerof a submerged branchfor belowa sunken valley persists –slick bare trunksfurred in wafting frondshave water for sky,ghost forest.Roots rot deep in the hillwhere buried rockis still dry.
Langkawi legend