Beneath these changing skies

I wanted to try out the Florescence using the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt, but had to write three of them to fit in all the words:


Saint Patrick’s Day is still in the back of my mind.


Beneath these changing skies

I see, where seagull cries,

Beloved in my eyes, windswept heath.


By ocean circled green,

This place has ever been,

A road home, distant seen—where gulls cry.


This mark will always stay,

Key to the heart’s dismay

Of those who sailed away, land we miss.

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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.

17 thoughts on “Beneath these changing skies”

      1. I think sometimes, it doesn’t matter how long or short the poem ends up, it’s the fact of incorporating words someone else has suggested that is so bloody difficult.

      1. I think the word prompts give me an idea or direction, but you are right that sometimes if you’re trying to fit them into a particular form, it gets difficult to include them all.

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