This day when dark descended


This day of anguished memories,

when dark descended,

and guilt and shame made writhe

the uncomprehending child,

eyes bowed, I’d wait for the storm.

Later, wiser, with eyes open to the world,

this god of death and suffering,

I laid to rest,

placed a poppy on his breast,

a yellow star.

This day, now,

I raise my eyes to the spring sky

washed with rain and sun-yellow,

let the wind blow away the shadows,

into the dust and sand of long ago deserts,

and watch the buds opening

on the water-wading alders.

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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 “This day when dark descended”

    1. It did me good to turn my back on all that guilt-ridden, misogynistic, deferential stuff—how I lived it, I know others see it differently—. I see the renewal of life in the spring and that’s enough for me.

      1. It’s not a big deal to turn it off-just turn the thermostat to off. I turned it off yesterday, but it’s supposed to go down into the 30s F tonight, so I’ll flick it back on at some point before bed, and then if it gets cold enough, the heat will come on.

      2. We’re still using the little woodburner in the study from lunchtime even if it is warm outside. The walls are so thick it will take weeks of warm weather before the heat filters through!

      3. I guess that’s nice in the summer though. Heat is back on right now though I think it’s going to be a nice day. We might get some wet snow on Monday morning. UGH.

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