The gift the poet gave me

For the NaPoWriMo prompt, a poem about gifts, giving, and what is worth wanting.


What I want is peace

for it comes dropping slow

and growing with spring flowers

where the blackbird sings

to hear all day the notes taken

one by one and tossed into the stillness

as if their perfection is no great feat.

The night

the great slow dance of the stars

and the owls’ calling fills the sky

from side to side

soft and wild as the eyes of a hind.

I will have some peace here

where evening sifts the golden light

and finds nothing wanting.

There is beauty in the poet’s words

and in this corner of an unsown field

and though there is nothing else here

but beauty

there is nothing else to want.

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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.

20 thoughts on “The gift the poet gave me”

      1. Well, for directions there is GPS which in itself is creepy since someone or something is keeping track of every move you make…Very Big Brother-ish. But as for the cars, then I suppose it’s best to stay away from them😊.

  1. ❤ Oh Jane. Reading this one aloud is a treat in every sense of the word. The rhythm and flow is absolutely magical.

    where the blackbird sings
    to hear all day the notes taken
    one by one and tossed into the stillness
    as if their perfection is no great feat

    and that great slow dance of stars in the night, those are my favouritest parts!

    I managed Day 7 – AND I visited the Oracle for the first time tooooooo, the wise words she gave me were…well, you read and see. Most of 'em are hers, I added mine here and there to make it more coherent.

    1. This is gorgeous! The Oracle really spoke to you. ‘the language of butterfly wings’ —you couldn’t make it up 🙂 I can’t even remember what the prompt was meant to be, but who cares, this is lovely.

      1. Thank you so much! She gave me a mixed bag, she did – she gave me moist pie and salt and cake along with perfume and slow stars, it took a while to figure out what to do with them. Which led to the language of butterfly wings and the rest…

        I think I will be visiting her A LOT now! Thank you for introducing me to her, I can’t believe I only visited her for the first time today!

      2. When I first used the magnets, I just saw a load of words that meant nothing to me (cake for example) but as I got used to it, other words leapt out and a poem would form from words that I was happy using. They are always the same words. What’s amazing is that each time, different ones catch the eye.

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