Nine thoughts


Blackbird’s song has ended

and a hush descended

from the trees;


dusk gold fades, an owl cries,

as the sunset light dies

on the breeze.


I watch the horned moon rearing

in the night sky, fearing

what she sees.


Above the stars are glowing,

in the darkness growing,

but the song


blue earth’s tongue is singing,

falters in its winging

through the throng


of starlit trees, where birds’

uneasy murmured words

come out wrong.


This night won’t last forever,

dawn will break as ever

with the day;


those hearts that were broken,

harsh words that were spoken

fade away,


and when the morning breaks,

and the first dawn star wakes,

you will stay.


I’m adding this to the dverse prompt because it fits even if I wrote it almost a week ago.

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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.

30 thoughts on “Nine thoughts”

  1. As I find with your form poetry, this verse should be set to music. As it is, it’s a lyrical experience of night, where things are worked out, through to an assuredness of dawn and day.

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