Where waves

My poems didn’t make the Ekphrastic cut again. You can read the ones that did here.

This is one of the poems I submitted for the Henry Ossawa Tanner challenge.

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Where waves rise to meet storm clouds,

the lowering sky drops among black rocks,

and between is the place where life is forged.

 

Between the hammer and the anvil,

the red hot stuff is quenched and shaped

where waves rise to meet storm clouds

 

and last year’s promises are cast on the wind

with the broken packaging of dreams.

The lowering sky drops among black rocks

 

the complacency of sleek health and wealth,

yet here on the edge, raw and real, in the crucible of cold stars,

between light and dark, is where life is forged.

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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.

6 thoughts on “Where waves”

  1. The forging words create iron-strong images. The “crucible of cold stars, . . . where life is forged” challenges us to separate and understand our parts and then make life anew.

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