Storm damage gogyohka

woodpecker moon


The gale brought the dead tree down

where the woodpecker lived

and the dark has come

without the beat of wings

and the cry of someone coming 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.

25 thoughts on “Storm damage gogyohka”

  1. I admire poets who use nature to convey messages like this. The best offer us a different perspective, much different than at ground floor. You’re a master at brevity, too.

    1. Only in memory now. There’s nothing of the tree left at all, just a broken trunk lying astraddle the stream.
      The woodpecker kept coming back to the tree for a week or so, making its usual call. There were always others of the same species around that it used to chase away so no idea if ‘ours’ is one of those we still hear.

      1. The dark without the wings and cry of coming home is simply, only dark. Not that dark is bad, because it’s not. But the noises and sensations there were treats. I’d be upset. As it is, I’m sad and I’m not there. Your words, how the story’s told, got to me.

      2. I’m pleased you feel the sadness. It’s usually considered sentimental to worry about the well-being of non-humans, but it seems to me that that is just a handy excuse to justify not caring.

      3. We don’t care about non-humans and there will be little left. As it is, I don’t see how we can look at certain animals and not see or sense a life-spirit. Worthy and valuable and not up to us to determine the worth or value.

      4. Yes, who are we to determine what’s worthwhile that has life? It’s all an equal treasure; and if we can’t see that, then what are doing determining anything?

        How dare you is being said famously to the current crust of leadership. Good.

      5. We have had it drummed into us since Adam and Eve that man commands, and everything else is either useful or useless. Thank goodness some children are putting things straight at last.

    1. I don’t know what happens to homeless woodpeckers. Sometimes we’d see another one wait by the hole and ‘ours’ would chase it away. Maybe a divorced couple? It was a beauty of a hole too, must have been cosy. We fished the tip of the tree out of the stream but it had split so the gallery inside was exposed.

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