Sea, turquoise and fuchsia




rolls on drunken waves

from sky to sky

and calls down boiling storm clouds

to drown my tears

in rivers of rain.


Voices in the fog,

ghosts of you and me.

I can almost remember

what we used to say,

but not how it felt.


It was the last time that we spoke,

and the words bounced back and forth

never taking hold.

I wish I could take those words

and twist them into the shape

of a bird or a rose

and give them to you again.


Take a song and sing it soft

to calm a stormy sea,

spread your crow black wings and let

the wind blow you safe back to me.


Beyond the humdrum

and the dismal damp

of November light,

sinking into obscurity,

the turquoise and fuchsia

and the flame red

of summer evenings

still sing to conjure up the moon,

and we will walk there

hand in hand beneath the stars.


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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.

43 thoughts on “Sea, turquoise and fuchsia”

    1. And I miss the exchange

      we rearrange
      our words in light
      of what is right
      for what we see.
      To you from me
      I send the wildest sea
      rolling free
      in blue and green
      you’ve ever seen.

      1. Written free
        a shared lov,
        you an me…
        Distance following
        the rolling sea..
        Catch a wave
        as your
        elegantly touch thee…


      2. Walkin blind
        delusional mind
        unique lov
        of the passionate

        Heaven way
        soft summer day
        erotic euphoria
        within a childlike

        i miss you!

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