Orange sky

A minute poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words to use are:



I begged the west wind not to change,

The sky was strange:

Orange billows,

Satin pillows,


Pretending night would bring you here,

When stars appear,

But with the dawn,

The dream was gone.


The days are long that make a life,

And cares are rife.

I watch the sky;

I will not cry.



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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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