Listen to the moonrise

After another anxiety-ridden night, I was expecting something apocalyptic from the Oracle. She teased this puente out of me instead.

Painting by Lionel Walden.


This is always about what comes after,

when fish no longer fill the oceans with stars,

when bird magic flies away

into the everlasting night,

when trees bow and die,

and only the sky, weeping hot tears,

is left to wake


~on the last morning of all~


the moon will rise

to swim in sky waters

to sail memories across the bitter blue

and find the light.

Somewhere it still shines.

Listen and you will hear the music

of rain on roses.


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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 “Listen to the moonrise”

    1. I’m not certain, but I have an idea that the Oracle doesn’t send out wholly optimistic messages. They are always tinted with a ‘perhaps’ or ‘might be’ or ‘if’. Nothing is every entirely wonderful. I suppose we wouldn’t recognise it if it was anyway.

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