Winter Hearth Ghazal

Couldn’t resist this poem. Not the sea, but blackbirds. Lovely!

Graceful Press Poetry

Dark—though all the world sleeps, long
I strain to hear blackbird song

Your wings winter-folded, soft-
swept snow, river-fog blurred song

Locked into memory, green-
forest days spinning word-song

By berry-bramble, your wings
covered all desire, spurred song

Unsung, for better or worse
by this cold hearth, unstirred song

Now dawn-white shadow gathers
plaintive dream-note—unheard song

My first attempt at the ghazal form.

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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.

6 thoughts on “Winter Hearth Ghazal”

  1. Never heard of a ghazal before! That is one complicated mother****er! Where’s yours, Jane? I bet you’re working on one…

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