Blue gold

Painting by J M W Turner


The air is blue as pale gold and blue titsโ€™ wings and catโ€™s ears

reflected in ditch water sky, cloud pink as the breath of the stream,


rushing into twilight beneath the alders where coal smuts of

blackbirds squabble with jay and magpie.


Light glitters above and through this meadow-green,

rain-spangled and joyous, and such blue falls


in sunbeams, pools in ponds and puddles, and the robin

sings so sweetly, sadness is suddenly hard to find.

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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.

16 thoughts on “Blue gold”

    1. I wrote the poem looking out of the window. By the time I’d finished it the light had changed so couldn’t take a pic. I looked through my ‘gallery’ and found this, which you’re right is exactly that blue and pale yellow quality that nature often gives us. I’m glad you like it. Turner is a favourite of mine too.

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