Listen to the night’s voice

Can’t get away from preoccupations. The Oracle isn’t in the business of consoling, she just tells it like it is.


Are these drunken dreams

really of red meat dripping,

life no more than eating, day on day,

licking bloody drool?

Storm whispers from the sky,

no light in these shadows.

Please stop the black rain




into light from dark,

like rain falling on roses,

the true nature of what lies beneath

moon, sun and bright stars

is here in this dusk, this dawn,

chanted in the deep night voice

of the wind through the trees.


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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.

11 thoughts on “Listen to the night’s voice”

    1. I don’t know any more. We were walking in the hot wind last night and met the first abandoned hunting dog of the season. This morning it’s pouring with rain and the hunters are out in force—rain makes it easier for the ‘good’ dogs to follow a trail. All brutal, all unnecessary.

      1. It’s frightening how people treat animals, even their “pets”. What happens to those dogs I wonder? People abandon dogs here on highways, which is criminal. Cats they just toss out the door–but at least they have a chance of survival. It’s also amazing how many rabbits turn up at the animal shelters.

      2. Many people don’t even consider it cruel to get rid of a ‘pet’. The local shelter is mainly full of cats. Nobody seems to want to pay to neuter their cat and the place is full of unwanted kittens. They throw the cat out too when it gets to be demanding, like needing food. The only dogs in the shelter are hunting dogs but since it’s right in the middle of woodland it’s easy for the hunters to dump an unwanted dog on the doorstep. The one we saw was probably lucky not to have got a bullet. I’d have taken him home if Finbar hadn’t gone hysterical and we didn’t have two cats. He seemed to want to hang around the last house on the lane, where they just have a cat and the owner had come out to beat him with a broom…

      3. I feel that as human beings we have a joint responsibility for all these creatures we breed and distort so they are no longer wild, but our own creations. We made them, we have to look after them.

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