Red berry, red planet

A double etheree for Colleen’s free word choice syllabic poetry challenge.


I wander lonely, not as a cloud

with billows of company, crowds

of water wisps and bird wings,

but as only I can,

no touch but the wind,

beneath my feet

damp grass, lush,

hushed green



around, spreads

a vastness—touch

a red berry, Mars—

sky enfolds this capsule

of bright woven life-tangle,

where each destiny walks alone;

we reach for stars to find only thorns.

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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.

15 thoughts on “Red berry, red planet”

    1. Thanks Colleen. We are all part of something huge, but individually, we are on our own. Nothing can get inside our heads and hold us up, or turn the sky to roses just because we would prefer them to hurt. Isolation is my antidote to the mob rule that has taken over here, and the mob frenzy of Christmas.

      1. The pheasants are just bred to be shot, so I’d rather the foxes got them. If the fox got the hare it was either very lucky or the hare was old and couldn’t get away quickly enough. It’s rare that they’d catch a healthy adult hare.

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