Nine things


Nine for the nine bright shiners

the waves upon the strand

nine the times the tide will turn

and I’ll let go your hand.


Nine the magic number

magic water in the well

nine times nine times nine again

but only time will tell.


Nine flies caught in a web that’s spinning

off the edge of a poplar tree

where the world’s ninth wonder falls in heartaches

into the slough of despond with me.


Nine seeds fly in the gold wind dusking

over the field where turnips lie

Nine mice feed on the motes of cowslips

in this bright corner where I’ll die.


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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.

15 thoughts on “Nine things”

  1. I agree with the comment just above. To me, this is a song that should be set to music. Hope, reality, melancholy. This is a journey to which many can relate.

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