We all have at least one place in our heart where we are forever planning to visit but cannot make it. Either it is because of money or time or other pop-up obligations. So, the place in my heart is Norway, and I fancy staying in a little red house by the fjords in my little black dress. Fancy, huh? Trust me; poets do have expensive fantasies which they mostly live through writing. In this article, I am travelling with you, showing around 12 quaint and gorgeous log houses in Norway that I’ll refer to poets who give me a feeling that they belong to stay in these houses. You got to be a poet to deserve one of these houses, else, you come back with me to reality. Exciting? Let’s go!
12 Quaint and Gorgeous Log Houses in Norway
& poets who are meant for these places.
Sigh! Where do I begin? I can relate to this place so much because I have lived in a log house like this in Gairibaans, Darjeeling, West Bengal. The charming mountains around and the warmth of the yellow light suggests that this must be a place of a warm-hearted poet who makes us feel comfortable in our cold hours. So which poet do I have in mind who should be here? Well, I am thinking of sending my friend and poet, Saddiq Dzukogi with his family to stay in this charming place. Saddiq’s poems are as warm as this cosy little log house.
This place is like some fairy-tale. Also, it seems that more than a family, it can be an adventurous poetry retreat for a poet whose writing is as daring, brave, and independent. I would love to send Jeena Mary Chacko to experience this beguiling place because of her poems that are so identical to the attitude of this log house. Her poetry is not available online for you to relish her magic, but sure you should try sampling this- The Other.
This log house is for my friend, poet & chef, Stephen Byrne. I can perfectly imagine Stephen with Angela spending a beautiful poetry retreat here. It is not a random feeling, I suppose. Stephen’s poetry is clean, polished, and well garnished, much like the meticulous construction of this house. On the roof, Stephen can grow basil and coriander, which will save him time from going to the market that he can put into his next poetry manuscript. You can take an inside view of Stephen’s award-winning book here.
Ahh, who do I plan to send to this little colourful log house by the hills? Look at the striking characteristics of this mighty little wonder. Do you see the brass jar through the window? That’s a kind of metaphor that reminds me of Metta Sama. Metta’s latest book of poems, Swing at your Own Risk, seems to be the voice of the windows inviting a creative soul to explore the interlace of nuances present in our lives.
I would select this place for the poet Preeti Vangani. Author of Mother Tongue Apologize, Preeti is like the entire scene—a gorgeous little setting that maybe dark inside but optimistic at the outset. The poems in her book in appearance are the bright daffodils you see in the front lawn, but as you walk inside each one of them, you’ll know the mellowness that lends to the architecture of this place.
This log house, albeit massive, has a very soft demeanour that reflects in its eyes; the glass windows and doors. It can see so far into the distance that the pines feel at home, much like the poetry of Ben Lerner. Seriously, Ben’s No Art is a compendium of sights and sighs gathered within and outside our planet earth. In one of the poems in this book, Ben talks about an astronomer walking by a park when he realizes the shrillness in his voice for staying too long in the space. This stay is for Ben because, in the woods, the architecture is as shrill and sharp as his wit.
It is quite fascinating the way the roof of the house and the land blend into the Green is the Colour of My Memory by poet Huzaifa Pandit from Kashmir. There is a sense of settlement in the rich motifs of Huzaifa’s images as much as the wooden logs that shine through the paint of this quaint and gorgeous log house in Norway. So, you know by now that it is Huzaifa who should be here working on his next manuscript of poetry.
This log house is for the poet Annie Finch for Spells. This property is an ideal residency for Annie from where she can summon the spirits of the forest to bring her the raw honey of the wilderness. I recommend you read Spells because it is truly spellbinding. In this collection, her poetry spans over a few acres of her work the way this house spreads itself in grace, poise, and sheer magic. I can really imagine Annie by the window assessing the meter of silence.
This free-spirited nest should go to my friend and poet, David Ishaya Osu. David’s poetry is surreal, his intellectual agency holds forth a voice that eludes and enraptures at the same time. What is enrapturing about this house is its red anatomy, what eludes, is the idea of a long stay overlooking a lake. I wonder the consistency of this lake during winter, must be a playground where David works on his imagism. This is the October flesh of Norway.
This elegance is the premise of British poet Naomi Foyle’s poetry. The greying backdrop stretching over pines and mountains is palpable as in the poems in Adamantine. Her experience of staying around the world holds up her voice the way the roof of this log house folds for a prayer. I can probably go on and on about her poetry which for some readers can be too universal, but for me, it is as specific as the purpose of this universe.
Wait, before it is yours, it is my turn for I am very tired taking you around these 12 quaint and gorgeous log houses in Norway. I am heading directly toward the one in the middle because on the other side I can see sprawling tranquility. I cannot be selfish and so I encourage you as a reader to pick up either of the two front log houses. Just one thing before you go for yours, let me know your experience in the comments below. Let me know if I am ready to start my own travel company.