Seen unseen

There is death in the grass
with the new shoots
and rot that feeds new life;

there is shadow
beneath the bright sky
and in the clouds there is rain.

We watch the horizon
for white birds
soaring on dreaming wings

and from the hedge
the blackbird’s song
falls on deaf ears.

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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 “Seen unseen”

  1. Another beautiful poem, and particularly liked: “We watch the horizon
    for white birds
    soaring on dreaming wings”

    And speaking of which, I haven’t seen my heron for a few days. Perhaps he/she has settled in France.

    1. Thank you 🙂
      There seem to be a lot of herons about this year. Maybe it’s the rain brought them out? I couldn’t swear I’d recognise yours, they do all look pretty similar 🙂

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