Exotic Words and Places

Posted on by Hanna

I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.

… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …

This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!

Henrik Nordbrandt

8 thoughts on “Exotic Words and Places”

  2. Beautifully evocative words, both yours and Nordbrandt’s. I love Hawthorn trees. They were Celtic tree of Beltaine, the festival of spring, fertility, and rebirth.

    • Thanks a lot for that, George. It isn’t hard to understand why the Hawthorn are used to celebrate Beltane. I have been lucky to experience sunset over the Hawthorn Plain.The blooming white trees floated like small shining islands across the meadow. All that needed was the May Queen and the Green Man. I just read about how to Celebrate Beltane 🙂
      All the best,
      Hanna

    • Hi Jo. Yes they are truly amazing. It is as if the trees have an inherent spirit.
      Well, that became my perception of them at sunset. The crows sat motionless at the top of the trees, watching the meadow while the trees were glowing under them in the twilight.
      Almost supernatural 🙂
      All the best,
      Hanna

  4. Do you call hawthorn blossom May? Here too it is in full flower… Maytime!

    • Hi Margaret. Our May tree in Denmark is Prunus padus, but no celebration other than sheer pleasure because of the wonderful fragrance.
      Hawthorn is in full bloom when we enter the month of June. People have a tradition of picnicking under the Hawthorn trees, dressed in white clothes, on the first Saturday in June.
      All the best,
      Hanna

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