Touch the misty breath of morning

The dverse prompt, is to play with the senses.

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Touch the misty breath of morning,

tangy with the steely taste of dew,

and stroke the back of river flowing,

curling ’neath the bridge piers striding.

Draw me a cloudburst drenched in rainbow darts,

and I’ll blow you kisses through the slate grey shade.

Sing me all the blackbird’s songs,

if you dare!

and I’ll reply with moonlight tangos,

strummed on a hazel branch.

Pluck me an apple with skin as smooth as oceans,

and I’ll breathe you mint and rosemary,

rock you in the scent of roses,

until the evening falls, soft as moth wings,

bee-humming with the joy of young things,

in a cascade of heavenly blue.

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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.

54 thoughts on “Touch the misty breath of morning”

  1. This is so incredibly bewitching 😀 especially love; “Pluck me an apple with skin as smooth as oceans, and I’ll breathe you mint and rosemary.” Beautifully rendered.

  2. This is sensory bliss! I enjoyed every line, but I think the image of rocking in the scent of roses is so lovely. Thanks for joining in, Jane.

  3. I love the misty breath of morning, Jane – best time of the day – and ‘tangy with the steely taste of dew’ is perfect. I also love the lines:
    ‘Draw me a cloudburst drenched in rainbow darts,
    and I’ll blow you kisses through the slate grey shade’.

  4. Love this, Jane. Such a beautiful stream of consciousness/waltz through color and the senses. You really got me with your line on the blackbird’s song. Stunning 🙂

  5. While so lyrically apt in its sensory assay, there is something abstract to the palate, a dominant visual. Maybe this is how synethesiacs experience the organum of love.

      1. I’d like to think so to, but gifts usually are curled with more than a few mad edges. Dragons lie beyond … do synethesiacs suffer a form of agorophobia staring at a field of wildflowers?

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