Something broken

I went right to the last page of offered words and it didn’t get any better. The Oracle is weeping too.


I am dancing in the dark

no voices hear

in the heart of the night.

Something is broken

in the light or life itself,

the brilliance used up perhaps.

Wild fire haunts the sky

no longer limpid but full of smoke,

and the glowing eye

beats down with ferocious glare.

I listen for the faded voices, lost laughter,

catch only words tossed in the stream—

tree, star, home—

the morning melts in the heat,

clouds pass.

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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.

14 thoughts on “Something broken”

    1. Thank you, Jackie. The horror of it stops me sleeping. The images as so shocking.
      I only used the words the magnets gave me, but the eye picks out the words that fit the thoughts.

  1. It is shocking and horrible, and the Oracle always knows!
    I had burning in mine, and I thought of Australia, but the poem went a different way, and the Oracle seemed adamant about how it should go. I don’t argue. 😉

  2. Fire and loss from fire. I have friends who lost half their house through fire. It took two years to rebuild, move back, and try to start getting over the trauma. And that was all. I can’t imagine what is happening to the Earth and the people of Australia, but I tear up trying.

    Thanks for writing so strongly about what it means when signs of life go away and then are gone.

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