More Entries About Copenhagen Needed?

Okay, well, here's a poem I wrote about Copenhagen for my advanced poetry workshop back in forever ago. It's a sonnet! It is also formatted differently.

And I made it blue because I had to print out like 20 copies and my black ink was dead.

But someone said it gave it a cold feeling and affected the reading, so. HERE YOU GO. blue&classy.

lyset i København

No northern lights dance across the ether,

just days that burn from ten o'clock till three;

night cop car light shows paint my walls like fever

in this city where only cold is free.

Around the streets there is a murky blue

reflecting off the harbor's painted row

of wooden Lego structures, every hue,

that even in the winter seem to glow.

But on the coldest days the windows throw

the golden mead of Odin's warmest hall

from Islands Brygge to Bispebjerg S-tog;

from Satan street art to the mermaid small.

In fact, I missed the winter's cheerful numb

when summertime was plagued with midnight sun.