Sometimes at noon

A cascade poem about cascades for the dverse ‘cascade’ prompt.

 

Sometimes at noon the day is dark,

The pearly sun behind the clouds

Cascades in muted shafts of light.

 

Each leaf edge, grass blade etched so stark,

Its shadow, tiny work of art

Sometimes at noon if day is dark.

 

The air becomes the blackbird’s song,

A river rippling lento in

The pearly sun behind the clouds

 

That pearls to moon when dusk grows dim,

And owls pick up the song, its flute

Cascades in muted shafts of light.

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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.

35 thoughts on “Sometimes at noon”

  1. I love the repetition of pearls, to reinforce that sheen of nature you’re describing here, it’s gleam contrasting with the darkened noon-hour. And my favorite line:
    “The air becomes the blackbird’s song”

  2. I thought the opening line was setting up a dark tone for the cascade and then that pearly sun just took and cascaded, as if another being was painting the ‘tiny work of art’. But the lines that grabbed my attention most are:
    ‘The air becomes the blackbird’s song,
    A river rippling lento in’ –
    a sound landscape!

  3. I love how painting with light became the heart of this piece. Reminds me of my photography, where painting with light takes on specific form. Sarah’s form echoes classic ones, keeping us all thinking about parameters

  4. Your theme fit the cascade form so perfectly, Jane. Such a pearly luminescence about this and I love the sound of the owl’s flute!

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