Birds and orchids

For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a warning to myself. A haibun followed by the erased poem.


Is it peace that falls in the green shadows with the trickling music of the birds that draws my steps deeper among the trees where sunlight flickers and wing-shapes flit? Is this where the key is hidden, beneath the heads of orchids, wild and strange, to open the final door? Feet tread, grass-swishing and bending stalks, deeper and further from the path, the road, the wide world.

I think I could live here, curl around myself like the foxes do and the winter squirrels

and all would be well, easy and without care. But in the patter of the rain, the damp where water spiders scurry and the cold that creeps from flesh to bone, I hear the sound of need, the cry to come back, the pulling in of the maternal bonds that tie so much tighter than briar and dog rose.

scent of dog roses

entangled and enchanted

sweet fiction


birds and orchids wild

open the path

I curl around the care and cold

the need to come back

dog roses

sweet fiction



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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.

10 thoughts on “Birds and orchids”

  1. Loving this, Jane. Most especially this:
    “I think I could live here, curl around myself like the foxes do and the winter squirrels”
    Nice take for the prompt….

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