Dancing with the stars

A Minute Poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words this week are


Photo©Kevin Higgins


Dancing with the stars

I wonder at the oak trees’ dance,

In a wind trance,

Moving in thrall

To its wild call.


I part the grasses of the path,

Over the rath,

Where voices low

Bid me not go.


Paying small heed to common sense,

I climb the fence:

With cold stars roam,

I’ll not go home.

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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.

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