For once, words fail me. Reduced to silence, I feel I should repost yesterday’s poem. I knew that bloody bird was plotting something.




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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.

19 thoughts on “Speechless”

    1. I walk under ladders, don’t even notice if it’s a Friday 13th, spill salt, break mirrors, but if I see a single magpie, and what’s more it stares at me as I walk past, I turn around straight away, go home, lock the doors and start phoning round to make sure everybody’s okay. The magpie is never wrong.

  1. “some domestic drama brewing out of sight” – what a prophesy!
    You should change your career to a clairvoyant☺

    Life is for the long haul. We will survive this. Life is full of endless surprises but at the end love trumps (pun intended) everything.

      1. I’m staying here. The French countryside may one day belong to Mme Le Pen but she will make such a bollix of everything that the French people won’t be stupid enough to keep her for a second term. I’ll be able to come out then if DT hasn’t destroyed the world in the meantime.

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