Well water fills a mirror, drifting clouds,

a version of the sky of futures past;

they fly too fast for us to say goodbye.


The water spills and fills a bucket brim-

full of dreaming, drifting meads, where you

and I walk while the wild blue horses run.


Red the light that fills the dreaming sky,

and green the grass beneath the flying feet

that race where dark and dusky half light meet.


See how the silver mirror shows the way

to fox-hedge tangled bramble blackbird lair,

where dreams lie sleeping all the live-long day,

and when night comes stars blossom in our hair.

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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.

10 thoughts on “Hedge-dreaming”

  1. Once the water’s still, it seems to me, it becomes a mirror, showing us the way to hedge and bird and dreams. Imagine how special the light becomes at night when the source of light is the stars.

    Really like the image with the foxes.

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