Grass in mourning drenched

On November 14 I photographed the ornamental grass down on the quay, bowed down in misery.


Two weeks later, I photographed the same grass in the sunshine. Nature showing us what we have to do.

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Grass in mourning drenched,

Wrenched into tangled,

Spangled locks by diaphanous mist,

Kissed by a dark sea wind.

Skinned raw with cold,

Hold hands wide to catch the rain,

Strain against the tears that prick,

Kick against the sorrow brimming,

Swimming in bleary eyes.

Skies above will change,

Arranging wild, mussed hair,

Fair and neat and sprightly,

Lightly dusted with dew.

New day dawns, warm, soothing breeze will pass,

Grass in mourning drenched.

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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.

11 thoughts on “Grass in mourning drenched”

  1. That is beautiful Jane. I closed my eyes after I read it and imagined the feel of the grass, wispy and light and yet the heavy feel of mourning drenched. Love the photos too, always pretty to see this growing. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. It’s funny, but I never really noticed this grass before. There are so many more ‘interesting’ plants growing. But in the fog and the damp, it was so impressive. And it captures the sunlight so beautifully too.

      1. I love it, they are so light and feathery and almost translucent, yet they are strong and sturdy too – try pulling them out. I love the way it moves in the wind, graceful and delicate, reflecting the sun in a magical manner. Lovely photos too….enjoyed so much, thanks ๐Ÿ™‚

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