They were her eyes or perhaps her mouth
that breathed in and out,
took in hay and owls and let them all fly,

but the rain and the wind got in,
and the floor was shot,
and there was no more hay to keep out the wet,

so we stopped her mouth
and closed her eyes
with regret and apologies to the owls,

but the red paint shines out
so bright,
splendid in the setting sun.

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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 “Ship-shape”

    1. It’s a good shade. Not ox-blood and not dark pink. Somewhere in-between. It’s bright and cheerful. I’m sure she’ll like it and we’re not an owl adventure playground after all πŸ™‚

    1. It is. It’s just a famworker’s cottage, and it’s falling apart. The white around the windows is where husband has blocked up the cracks in the masonry. The setting is lovely though and it won’t fall down for a few years. Probably.

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