Those leaf green times

For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing challenge. The words:



What remains of those leaf green times,

Which part of me is left in the unstirred ashes?

No tree sways, no bird sings in the wind,

The notes fallen to the ground,

Rowan berries of oblivion

Picked, plucked crushed of all their juice—

Following the white hind through the tangled woods,

Did you not see how they were

Sucked into the mud,

the great bog of time?


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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.

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