Poetry by Jane Dougherty – The weekly summary
Haibun for an uneasy peace One day These things are mine Hope Rage Sunflowers Vixen sniffs the wind
Continue ReadingHaibun for an uneasy peace One day These things are mine Hope Rage Sunflowers Vixen sniffs the wind
Continue Readinghttps://www.amazon.co.uk/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B00FMR7Y0U? Insouciance Insouciance This morning where the thrushes sing unseen and where the blackbirds hunt, spring marches on relentless as the movement on the eastern front. […] Read more … Evensong The birds sang at evening beneath the gently falling rain, and nothing stirred that I could see, no eyes peered silently, […] Read […]
Continue ReadingImbolc the world crisped new not a banknote […] Read more …
Continue ReadingNo music, only dreams Read here, and find much more of her wonderful poetry. Note: There is also a book available:
Continue ReadingNight walks Read the poem here.
Continue ReadingA lover In the hanging trees, the shrivel-fruit are dark as no-moon and bitter as sloes, black the shadows, pinched, a dead hand’s grip. Through the leaf-rustle I wade though briar’s cruel canes bar the way, … Read more …
Continue ReadingAfter the fire After the fire The fire is ash, the dark sky darker, and the rain falls heavy as sorrow. There was no tapping at the window, the places set remained empty, […] Read more …
Continue ReadingThe sun is on the meadow The sun is on the meadow The sun is on the meadow, the hawk is on the wing, and beneath the leaves’ dry murmur, I can hear the chaffinch sing. […] Read more …
Continue ReadingFalling from sight Falling from sight These days are slipping fast away, And dark is creeping through the hay That lies unbaled on dewy clay. When swallows swarm in mustered flight, And owl song fills the starry night, The failing moon the only light, I wish the pulsing heat would stay. […] Read more …
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