There is a road home now

One of the last Jim Harrison quotes from Jilly.

“We walk the bottom of an ocean we call sky”

WordPress is being funny today, tells me I don’t have any media and asks would I like to upload something, then tells me an error occurred, tells me I can’t upload any media, tells me I don’t have anything in my gallery, then uploads a monster version of a normal sized file. I should maybe have turned WP off and restarted.

Road home

There is a road home now

That we never trod before,

Where we walk in tree shadow

As we’d walk the ocean floor,

To woodpecker music,

And the drum of acorn rain

On the musky, minty earth,

That beats a wild refrain.

Beneath green branches scented

As any rocking sea,

It sails our footsteps homeward,

Where we were meant to be.

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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.

42 thoughts on “There is a road home now”

  1. The WordPress gremlins do like to cause confusion.
    I like the Harrison quote and your poem from it. It’s really lovely with all the sights, sounds, and scents. I liked the woodpecker music. 🙂

      1. Oh–I just went to the Cornell bird site to listen–maybe I have heard them, too. I didn’t know what they sounded like. I only knew the wood pecking sound. They sound kind of like the jays.

  2. ‘Where we were meant to be’ , ah a resting place maybe , perhaps even a permanent resting place in some quiet country churchyard far from the madding crowd.

    1. To be honest, I don’t care where they put me when I’m dead. I’d rather enjoy the peace and quiet while I’m alive. Maybe we will stay here. I’m not sure what magic has to happen to make a place really home. We’ll see.

      1. When my writing feels a bit flat or stale, I dip into Songs of Unreason for inspiration. Your words make Harrison take notice from the where-ever.

      2. Hmmm – that would make for an intersting dialogue peom; Jim meets Jim. Harrison has only been gone about a year and a half and, unlike Morrison, he lived a long life and didn’t die stupidly.

      3. I never liked The Doors much myself; over-egoed men are a turn off. Harrison was a gourmond (wrote a cookbook), lost an eye in the war, was a carouser. He would probably tell Morrison to put his damn shirt on already!

    1. Just recently they’ve changed how the post is published. Often the new post just doesn’t show up until later. Often it tells me there’s been an error and the image won’t upload. Seems to me it’s getting quirky.

      1. Less the computer issues, yet the images you conjure are so serene: the calm of woodland even when disturbed by a woodpecker in his (or her) rattle nature…*sighs*

      2. “Nature does seem to compose itself” (Bounces up and down excitedly) I wonder if Vaughan Williams, Copland, Beethoven, Wordsworth (I will give up on the list, but I am sure you know what I mean) felt the same. The sensation that you are not writing, but opening yourself to express nature in the form of words. Meanwhile I am rambling, in words rather than through woodland. It seems I can do both, but not simultaneously (I would trip up I am sure).

      3. Ha! I keep my ears open for gushots and stick to the road. The democratization of hunting has been the worst thing that happened to the countryside since glyphosate. At one time we could have done away with hunting when we did away with the toffs and the nobs (up the revolution!) but they’re all at it now.

      4. Vive la revolucion! You should avoid Scotland. We seem to have turned hunting into a national passtime, after drinking and football. Its ironic that a country which has enshrined the ‘right to roam’ in law also has places which are, for certain months of the year, ‘no go areas’ unless one fancies a behind peppered with buckshot…

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