Simply the sky


there is sky all day

though clouds come and go



and we walk with downcast eyes


there is sky behind the dark lines of dusk

when the sun drops out of sight

and the light in the puddles is quenched

reflecting the ocean

of unreflecting cloud


there is sky all night

though the blue has gone

star-pricked or dark cloud-dappled

and we sleep

dreaming of rainbows and butterflies


there is sky at waking

as moonlight fades

silver into pale gold

suffusing grey with pink then blue

overarching mother

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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.

17 thoughts on “Simply the sky”

      1. It is glorious here. Overnight the meadow is full of buttercups and flax flowers and a pheasant with his harem has decided the west half belongs to him. He’s always out here calling to the girls who wander.

  1. Love this Jane. I’ve had an image for quite some time that I’d like to blog and I think this poem would be a good partner for it if you’d allow me (it won’t happen for a while though, I’m thinking quite far ahead).

    1. I’d love you to! I wrote this for a prompt I misread, thought it was to be a poem about the sky. Before I posted I noticed it was specifically the night sky so had to write another poem for the prompt. I liked this sequence though so posted it anyway.

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