Another Jilly poem. A rhymer this time, inspired by the line:

“Such fragile wings”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason


The firmness of your grip I thought was love,

The light in your deep eyes, a burning fire,

Together we would race the clouds above,

I never dreamed we’d flounder in the mire.


The songs I made could never reach my tongue,

Bright moonlit castles, daydreams fell apart,

I gathered roses, in the mud you flung

Their sweetness, nothing I made touched your heart.


You held me down when I reached for the sky,

I never touched the place where blackbird sings,

Against the blue, a slender perch on high—

You never thought I had such fragile wings.

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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.

14 thoughts on “Never”

  1. Ahhh!
    We never thought, not a one of us
    that we’d ever get life so wrong.
    But we can clear it up move along
    And learn the words of the
    black bird’s

  2. Mire and Mud really set the tone. The rhyme scheme is gentle and gives the whole poem a regret-filled meter. That last line is so strong! Bravo, Jane!

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