For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt

The prompt words were:



What inspired the mind

That worked the night and moulded space,

Sculpted the cold and made a world?

What power there was in breath,

Heavy with a thousand gases,

Bright with the fizzing lights of fission and fusion,

To produce the ever-swelling ocean,

That rolls to the edge of eternity and beyond.

Was it desire to create a masterwork,

Or was it simply the need to be?

Not enough to be the dark,

The pulsing nothingness of the void,

Not enough to feel the cold, bitter and unchanging,

Not enough to be the only thing.

I, though, hold a daisy in my hand,

Delicately, between forefinger and thumb,

Close enough to see the yellow flecks of dusty pollen

Glinting, sunspecks,

While the dripping globes of last night’s rain

Shine bright as any star.

Did you not know that this was enough?

While you howl in some black hole,

Some brilliant nursery of new stars,

An explosion, implosion, radiating pulsar,

Among the fierce, unknowable colours of your space garden,

I watch the rain fall upon the daisies.

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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 “Daisies”

  1. What inspired the mind
    that pressed the keys to form the words
    shaping the thought that passes on?
    O, the power of that thought,
    in contemplation of petals curled bright
    as they radiate from a brilliant
    swollen center atop a swaying stem.
    Oh, the brilliance of that thought,
    its formation from synapse following synapse,
    continuing through motion and action,
    then trusted to electrons activated remotely
    to reach the eyes and inspire the wonder
    of all who are pleased to understand.

    1. Thought, perhaps not.
      Perhaps the heaving roiling mass of matter
      And anti matter and cold grey rock
      Billowed on the waveless sea of space
      Flickering with electrons and radiated light
      Spewed out one day

    1. Funny you should mention Blake. I’ve just seen a Blake-inspired twitter prompt and didn’t do it. I might just go back and have a think about it. I’m glad you like the tortuous thinking.

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