Stars in the breeze

Another dizain with more swallows, for dverse


When I reach up my hand I touch the sky,

Catch sparks of fire in the dark of night,

As sharp as when the fork-tailed swallows cry

In sleekly feathered meteoric flight,

And gather in my hand the stars’ brief light.

I raise my eyes, watch constellations turn,

And all the lights of heaven slowly burn,

While fox pads silently beneath the trees.

I wonder if he ever feels the stern

Gaze of the night or hears stars in the breeze?


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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 “Stars in the breeze”

  1. This dizain is not only lyrical but also very visual, with the hand catching sparks of fire and gathering the light of the stars. My favourite image is the fox – I think foxes see, hear and feel everything in the universe.

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