No music in the shadowed sun

I’m not sure what to make of the oracle’s message today. Her poems are enigmatic. At least they’re not grim and dark.


From those who watchScreen Shot 2017-07-15 at 14.49.56

the soaring sky

a whisper blows,

a mad death cry.

No music in the shadowed sun,

yet still I hear the wind’s tongue sing

and smell sweet roses round the lake.



She listens to the night,Screen Shot 2017-07-15 at 15.07.48

remembering those

who haunt her days,

longing for the morning sky,

its red ghost clouds

that sail on perfumed seas.

She has an eye on eternity,

dances with the stars.



This laughing river runs, Screen Shot 2017-07-15 at 15.25.34

its voice calls to my heart.

Though we tear out

the light of the sky, it says,

if we open our souls

to the music of the stars,

we will dance with joy.


Light falls though the leaves,Screen Shot 2017-07-15 at 15.45.10

berry sweet and blossom bright.

Soon, the wandering moon,

watching over a winter world

will murmur, Listen for summer,

and the roses.






Published by

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.

4 thoughts on “No music in the shadowed sun”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s