Watching the green vines fruit again

where bramble and dogwood had

grown a jungle

what was hidden a secret

among rampant growth

revealed and nurtured.

A neighbour stops

hands on hips to admire

the old man’s vineyard


an antique wreck of simpler times.





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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.

17 thoughts on “Vineyard”

    1. The sun was too bright to see it properly, but there are four rows. I’m going to start pruning back some of the shoots at ground level because it’s getting out of control.

      1. Not this year πŸ™‚ The vine was in flower when we started to wrench it out of the brambles and most of the flowers fell off. Next year though, we’ll be getting our first vintage lol πŸ™‚

      2. How.. think about the carbon footprint…. I could start walking now. Seriously I hope you get a good crop and you can make some money as a bonus .πŸ˜€

    1. Many of the people on this lane have been here for decades and remember the old couple who lived here. The vine we discovered hidden in the hedge was the remnants of his vineyard, abandoned since the old man died about fifteen years ago. He was well liked by the people who aren’t either farmers or hunters and they enjoy telling us about his philosophy.

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