She waits for him to return

Painting by Waterhouse ‘Miranda’.


The wind in my head
Like the gulls’ raucous wail
Recalls the dark waves
And a sea with no sail.
The hiss of the leaves
Like the mocking refrain
Of your footsteps departing
Beneath the cold rain.
I look for a sign
In the half-light, the twilight,
But the sky is as black
As storm clouds at midnight.
The sound of your words,
An echo of laughter,
Cold as the stones
Of the dark ever after.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “She waits for him to return”

      1. Sorry to hear about your migraine. Haven’t had a migraine myself but from what I’ve heard, the dark mood is very understandable. I used to write fairly dark poetry in my 20s and while poetry writing is quite cathartic and healing, I am mindful that we shouldn’t gloss over each others’ struggles.

      2. Migraines really distort perception. I’m still trying to lick this latest series. The weather is absolutely glorious but it may just as well be raining 😦

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