Shadorma November: Day Twelve

For Eliot’s Shadorma challenge.




A wild cry,

trees overarching

the silver,

moonlit road.

An owl swoops, swan-pale hunter,

death in its shadow.

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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.

31 thoughts on “Shadorma November: Day Twelve”

      1. You have a lot of friends. I realised that when one of them got in touch with me to tell me that you were very low. He wanted to help, and he turned to the rest of us who know you. You matter ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. You have created great images in this poem, Jane. I love the last one of the owl swooping in for the kill. With your Month with Yeats Day 12 poem and this one, you are definitely wearing your “dark” hat.

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