I was born in 1966 as one half of a twin. On a farm along the Slachte sleeper dike near Lollum. As a child I liked to wander through the fields and I consumed many books. After I got married, we moved to the village of Achlum and had three children. For my children I came up with bed time stories and poems. These stories and poems remained in my head as I did not find the time to write them down. It’s only recently that I’ve begun writing short stories and poetry for people to read. The positive reactions have encouraged me to keep on writing. I’ve taken several writing and poetry courses and I’d like to concentrate on my poetry from hereon.
MELTED ‘t Was on one of those misty spring mornings when only the mooing of a cow broke the sombre silence A grey veil rose from the ditches where the sun tried to break through the grey the meadows changed from dark to light Through this green glowing grand mosaic the old Slachte dike meandered stately Back, sunk in thoughts befogged like mist on a spring morning my childhood a handful of stories Dreams evaporated and precipitated like silver beads on holy ground melted into the landscape. © Ypie Bakker Translation: Trevor M. Scarse
Ypie Bakker reads her own poem ‘Teraand’ in the original Frisian language.