Blue and blue and blue

I wrote a poem this morning, something that came to me shortly after I woke, and visited the Oracle a few hours later. What she gave me was the same decor, different interpretation. This is the Oracle’s poem.


Languid nights of no moon

no wind among the peach trees

just dreams of

blue and blue and blue.


No red and purple sunsets,

spilt blood

across a tranquil landscape

of hilly waves,


but whispered music

from the roses,

rising in salt spray,

pearl pale, dull silver,


that hails the ship of sleep

to sail a sky

shot through with stars,

to carry us where diamonds grow.



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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.

13 thoughts on “Blue and blue and blue”

  1. Your poem is ethereally beautiful, Jane! Reading it feels like soaring above the sea engulfed by moonlight…
    « whispered music

    from the roses,

    rising in salt spray…»


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