I write so many words in lines, chopped,
long, all flowing like stream water into the echoing culvert

and out of sight beyond,
into the dark of bird-flutter,
cradled by tree and bramble.

I write so many in the light and dark
and quiet of dog-snuffle and stove-mutter,
let them flutter into the chimney-sky, papery ash.

Will I write them in a book and bind them tight,
set fast their colours trembling on the brink
like sap, pearling in sweet drops on the cut stem?

if it were impossible,
I would.

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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.

24 thoughts on “Prints”

  1. Jane, What a fine meditation on what gives words life, power, energy! β€” Certainly not the possibility of static representation.

      1. Like so much in life. But I, for one, enjoy the uniqueness of the voice that comes through your writing. Just saying πŸ™‚

      2. Thanks for the encouragement πŸ™‚ Sometimes I think I’m getting somewhere but I’m always wrong. I just don’t seem to write what people want to read.

      3. I’m not sure you’re reading your “public” right. We’re here but we’re not monolithic. That word “authentic” is so overused, but I’m going to use it anyway, because we need more authentic voices like yours, not image-conscious or posturing. I hope you don’t give up, but more, I hope you find a freedom in not bowing to the “public.”

      4. I’ve been trying for years to get an agent for my novels and have got nowhere. I’ve sent out poetry to some of the magazines with clout and got nowhere. Lots of praise for the actual writing, just that it doesn’t ‘fit’.
        As in everything else, you have to follow fashion to be taken seriously. I know it’s extremely unlikely a publisher will have anything to do with me, and self-publishing needs a budget to make any impact whatsoever, and I don’t have it. I’ll probably end up self publishing some poems and if no one buys them, tough, at least I’ll have done it.

      5. Sounds like a plan to me. Taking chances on unknowns or the unconventional is not what publishers or agents do best anymore, just the dictates of what “fits.” Meaningless. Rooting for you, Jane. πŸ™‚

  2. I’m considering making a book of some of my work. Not sure what form it will take, i.e. home-made or approaching a publisher/self-publish, chapbook or what. Got ink for the printer with that idea in mind. Else … what’s the point.

    1. Getting published is pretty/extremely hard. I wouldn’t even waste my time submitting. Making your own chapbooks sounds easy enough if you have a printer and some coloured card, but what do you do with them? Imagine if you couldn’t even give them away! There’s only so much disappointment the human spirit can take πŸ™‚

      1. You sound somewhat depressed. I assure you you’re an excellent poet and writer of other stories and there’s no way your work won’t be appreciated.

      2. I’m at that point (again) of wondering why I bother, to be perfectly honest. I’m querying four novels at the moment, have sent in 45 queries, received 2 requests to read the whole manuscript, received 13 rejections, 24 no reply at all, and I’m waiting for 8 who haven’t been timed out yet. Only two have three have given a personal reply, the usual, beautiful writing, inspired, tremendous story, who could fail to be captivated by etc etc but no mainstream publisher would touch it with a barge pole. It’s not what the gatekeepers think people want to read therefore it won’t get past the gatekeepers. It’s getting me down.

      3. I’ve never been there but have heard of similar experiences by other writers. They make fun of collecting the rejection slips – or try to, to make themselves feel better. Afraid have no advice. Keep going? Find more publishers? In other countries? America?

      4. I’ll probably keep at it. I often stop, say I’m not wasting any more time on it, then I get an idea and wonder if this one might crack it. We’ll see.

    1. I do. Poetry I write for me, so it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t get published, but novels are different. They’re stories meant to be read and at this rate, nobody is going to.

  3. Funny, I was in that mood today too….why am I doing this? I’m not going to be galleried or published.
    If it means anything, your words make a difference to my days at least. (K)

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