She sees five faces

This poem, for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt, is inspired by yesterday’s get-to-gether.



Into the mirror pool upon the shore,

I dip my hand to catch the prize,

Of pebbles smooth as a child’s sweet face.

Children of mine,

With eyes as blue as drops of wild October sky,

You paint a picture with your smiles

That shine as bright as this rock pool beneath the autumn sun.

Children of mine,

With eyes that glow as deep as chestnuts in red drifts of leaves,

I scoop a nut from our dark-scented earth,

To warm my hands with memories of laughter.

Could I stretch back desire until that distant point,

That speck in time when our grand schemes were born,

I could not have dreamt of such a harvest

As I find in this bright pool or in these fiery drifts.

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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.

2 thoughts on “She sees five faces”

    1. Fall is a very gentle season here. The leaves fall one at a time and I don’t think we have indigenous trees that turn such a flaming red as yours. Still, the year has turned and will keep on turning until we’re in the depths of winter and beyond. Doesn’t bear thinking about…

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