Quadrille 6: Blackbird


In the city’s hum, a bubble,

in the dust and grit,

a canopy of green

and the roses in bud again.

In the noise of neighbours’ indiscriminate laughter

and baby crying in the heat,

I thank the god of small things

for the blackbird.


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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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