When only cloud

 

When only cloud rolls dull, no shining tide,

and swallows dipping in and out of silence,

the morning trembles on the edge of sadness.

 

After shadow-clustered nights, no moon to light

the underside of worries, I slip deep,

when only cloud rolls dull, no shining tide.

 

There is flatness where the meadow bristled

golden-stalked and bent beneath small bird-weight

and swallows dipping in and out of silence.

 

Stars die unseen when steel-light billows west,

a swollen mottled river, city drain;

the morning trembles on the edge of sadness.

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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 “When only cloud”

  1. Hi, Jane. Thanks for sharing such a beautifully penned poem. Love the imagery created by your skilful mastery of words. Have reblogged. Happy Sunday. Best Wishes Dear Friend. Goff

    1. Thanks so much, Goff. I’m pleased you find beauty in the words. It’s what I try to achieve, being useless at novelty poetry, or anything deeper than the very simple.

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