Owl 5

Another owl poem for the last dverse prompt of the year.


December days

of butterflies

and dragonflies

while lizard lies

basking in the sun.

Haws of maraschino

orange of oak

marcescent leaves


ashen now

by the light of the moon

they flutter


as the wing feathers

of an owl.


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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.

57 thoughts on “Owl 5”

  1. I very much admire the sparse clipped style of this Jane and the concrete style of layout – very effective I think and right up my street!

  2. When I encounter owls at night, they burst out of the darkness like Valkyries, their wing span immense, their talons extended. I like your owls better.

  3. Jane, you describe a world so foreign to me, it feels magical. As if, another world, not of this dimension. For the world around me, is a harsh bitter cold that’s unforgiving , in its attitude.

  4. I love the sound of those rhyming lines:
    ‘of butterflies
    and dragonflies
    while lizard lies…’
    they made me feel like being lazy, which is unusual for me! I also love the marcescent leaves fluttering ‘ghostly / as the wing feathers / of an owl’.

    I hope you hear plenty of owls over Christmas, Jane, and that you and your family have a merry one followed by a fabulous New Year. xxx

  5. Hooray another new and wonderful word. Than you , thank you.
    (of leaves or fronds) withering but remaining attached to the stem

    And many holy days’ blessings to you for this lovely wisp of beauty. I’m sure the owls are blessing you too.

  6. ‘Marcescent’ is such an elegant word! 🙂 Love the concrete style of layout .. a most beautiful and ethereal poem ❤️

    1. Couldn’t say. Sometimes it sounds like a whole pack of them. Tawny owls, the whoo whoo owls. Occasionally they seem to have differences of opinion with Little Owls, the ones that yip yip like fierce little dogs.

  7. Love the imagery here Jane. The very first time I saw an owl was this past summer. A little guy, he was…and it was in the middle of the day. Odd I thought:). A nice write.


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