Flòtholmen
Jan-Magnus Bruheim kalla Flòtholmen for «Øyi mi». Det var yndlingsplassen hans, med ei eiga stille og ro. Han kunne sitte her i timesvis. Fyrste gongen han gjorde det ensa han ikkje at floa løyste holmen frå land, og det vart kimen til diktet Ved fjøre sjø.
Flo og fjøre avgjer stadig om vi kjem oss ut på sjølve Flòtholmen, der diktet heng godt synleg. Difor er det også eit skilt oppe veg vegen, der både diktet og historia om Øyi mi er med.
Forfattaren sjølv les
I opptaket under kan du høyre Jan-Magnus Bruheim sjølv lese diktet Ved fjøre sjø. Opptaket er henta frå ein kassett han las inn dikt på til ein blind ven.
The Flòtholmen Islet
Jan-Magnus Bruheim called Flòtholmen «My islet». It was his favourite spot, peaceful and quiet. He would sit there for hours. The first time he went there, he did not realise that the sound became flooded, and this event can be recognized in the poem «At Low Tide».
The tide determines whether we can get dry-shod to Flòtholmen proper where the signpost with the poem is easily discovered. For that reason there is a signboard at the road where both the poem and the background story of «My islet» are presented.
At Low Tide
At low tide
The isle is peninsular
And you may reach the others
If you like.
You hear the water lap
A tern flies headlong.
In the blue spring air a lark
Shivers – wings immobile.
You made your way out here
To the silence after the din.
But still it seems
All is but a dream.
And heavy waves
Still break in your chest.
Inside is the burden still.
Nothing is forgot.
Enchanted you sit here.
In dreams spellbound
Your longing a blister
Tugs at its band.
Too late you notice
Rising from the dream:
Around you the tide has risen
And you are separated from the mainland.
