The running tide

For the third time, I am going to post this f**king poem! I might come back and edit expletives if it works. (painting’s of Miranda by Waterhouse & I’ve lost the link somewhere in the hoohah).


The tide is running high, my love,

The blossom’s almost done,

It falls without a sigh, my love,

Like mist dies in the sun.


The wind is blowing wild, my love,

It rattles the window pane,

It cries like a lost child, my love,

Her tears fall like the rain.


A child you’ll never know, my love,

For I could not make you stay,

You followed the high tide’s flow, my love,

And a ship took you away.


Our tears could fill the sea, my love,

Beneath this cruel sky,

For you’ll not come back to me, my love,

Though the tide is running high.


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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.

22 thoughts on “The running tide”

      1. It seemed okay when I posted the entries for the poetry challenge, then flashed warnings at me when I tried to post a poem. You mean you were still writing at 4am???

      1. I’m glad you’re not having problems. It seems pretty random. WordPress doesn’t think my account has been hacked but they don’t have an explanation either. Fingers crossed the phisher will just get bored and go phish somewhere else.

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