A short poem for an Imaginary Garden to take away the taste of suffering.

Painting ©Alexander Mohr



When happiness follows the white hind

and is lost among the hills,

there is another way to love.

Let it come on silent hooves,

lie gentle as feathered foam,


pearl spiral-horned,

in your lap.


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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.

20 thoughts on “Hunters”

    1. You’re so right about the power of being able to receive. Giving is one thing, but knowing how to accept, receive and treasure is another. It’s to open up in a way simply giving isn’t.

    1. Thank you! I have visited your site. It looks well and attractively thought out, clear and easy to navigate. One thing I’d say if you want a bit of advice on presentation is to check your work for typos before you press publish. You hope to have a lot of people reading your posts so it looks more serious if there are no spelling or grammatical mistakes.

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