Poetry Monday :: A Bumpy Ride

The first thing to enter MotherOwl's brains was "Jingle Bells". Luckily this earworm was shaken - you're welcome to it! - By now every reader of this blog probably know by now that MotherOwl finds living through the winter to be A Bumpy Ride. She is not alone.

This poem was originally written by Frank Jæger - yes you've heard of him before on this blog, he was MotherOwl's favourite poet as a young inhabitant of Elsinore, where he lived as well.

He wrote this poem about enduring winter - it is meant for and written about February, where all the accumulated summer-energy (the fires of our heart) is spent, but there's still a long time yet until sunshine and warmer days in April. February 2nd, Candlemass, is known as Midwinter-day in Denmark.

I might reuse this poem at a later date.

Liden sol i disse uger. Februar har gjort os mindre. Sne som tynger. Is som knuger. Vi kan ingenting forhindre.	Smallish sun in weeks of winter. February made us lessen. Sleet is weighing, darkness brooding ... Nothing we can do about it
Vi kan heller ikke bede om at måtte blive større. Stær og mus og vinterhvede må på vore vegne spørge.	And we cannot ask for mercy, ask for growth in time of winter. Bird and mouse and seed in hiding have to ask this favour for us.
Men måske april vil hente vore hjertebål tilbage. Sammen vil vi tålsomt vente, liden sol i disse dage.	In April maybe the fires of our hearts will be returning. Patiently we wait together. Smallish sun in days of winter
Frank Jæger, 1953	MotherOwl, December 2024

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Coming prompts:
December 16: Recipe for Disaster
December 23: Never Say Never and/or Christmas/Hanukkah
December 30: All Done