Lamp light

 

woodpecker moon

From the dead tree a moon hangs

between poplar and oak,

between night and day,

and all this light floods the fields

in gentle waters, silent night songs,

sentinel of the dusk,

twilight beacon,

lighting the woodpecker home.

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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 “Lamp light”

  1. Another beautiful one Jane. It feels silky and wet somehow but more than that, pulsating with emotions that run deep into nature.

    Not yet compiled that other little duet we had the other time into a free flowing piece.

    1. Thank you 🙂 We look at that dead tree every evening and listen out for the woodpecker coming home. It always does.

      I’ll have a go if I can find it! Do you remember the title of the poem?

  2. What a neat photo and you’ve written a real neat poem to go with it! It made me smile to think of the nature-lamp lighting the way home for your resident woodpecker. Is it ok if I reblog it sometime (not sure when)?

    1. Of course! I think I wrote another poem about the woodpecker. I’ll see if I can find it. It’s become an evening ritual. We hear it first, calling from a nearby tree, then it flies to the dead tree, still calling, and goes quiet once it’s tucked up inside. I don’t know why it calls, unless it’s a memory of calling to chicks to say, I’m home! I don’t know either if woodpeckers feel lonely, but it makes me sad anyway.

      1. When I read your poem I recalled the woodpecker from something else you’d written. I don’t know if it was recent or older because sometimes I go back and read some of your older work. It’s special to enjoy a natural connection like you have with the woodpecker. We’re very fond of the songbird tui that lives next door – it sings a lot!

      2. You get to recognise individual birds. There’s a blackbird that comes often, has a scar all around its neck as if it was caught in a snare and managed to get free. It was red raw earlier in the summer and I expected him to die, but he’s still around and the scar isn’t so red.

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