Bridge over troubled nights

The Oracle gave me a double puente, which the French would call a viaduct.


Heat crushes me,

hot winds lick my skin with coarse tongue,

ripping splinters from a rainless sky,

water, dust-dry

as thirsty mouths

waiting for a summer storm


~with you~


there was a time when clouds drifted,

cool and wet from the salt ocean,

heavy with the moist perfume of sea stars

and the liquid darkness of the night sky.

Now heat melts,

so catch your ship and sail away but


~remember this picture~


breathe in colour

as the animals do,

dark and gentle,

let it grow this earth, this life,

as the vine climbs

to the moon.


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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.

10 thoughts on “Bridge over troubled nights”

  1. I think I’d know it was Oracle-inspired, but this is really lovely and complete. She always knows, doesn’t she? I always forget about this form (double is amazing)–I think I almost could have done the puente. We both had time and remember.
    I’ve been working and running about in between. I have a bunch of your posts still to read later. I have to run out to the farm stand, then finish writing a chapter (as one does). ๐Ÿ˜‰

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