Sune & Camilla III
When breath steadies, memory opens –a narrow chamois corridor of sight
over steel-bright plain
There they come again:
Sune & Camilla, white comet and dark flame,
crossing Folkungabron,
turning toward the hidden courtyard
on Lilla Strömgatan
He — in the radiance of his imago,
black fringe, burning eyes, a knight in white.
She — language-seer, nerve-bright,
feline in vigilance and grace,
with cutting-torch gaze,
the city’s most refined promise of genius
Their arrival repeated, autumn into winter,
like fate rehearsing itself
Music nights at the Gripes’ –
Handel, Tchaikovsky –
and those present trembled at the beauty,
at the sharpness of youth fulfilled.
But when I returned from America
the kingdom was theirs:
two cats, a house steeped in brilliance
too pure to survive its own ardor,
a love balanced on the blade
Tragedy ripened quietly –
castle into ruin,
radiance into sleepless hunger,
and the princess vanished from her knight,
leaving only draft, broken wiring,
and the sound of something once divine
exhaling into ordinary air
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2025-11-02 at 13:45
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