Some mornings

For the dverse prompt.

Sadness of a cold morning washes in waves
of olive green about the kitchen,
and the bright spark of the gas flame is
the one eye open to the world.

Beyond the window, trees bare branches
in the ice blue wind from the east that strips
the bloody drops of leaves, tosses them into
the icefloes of the flowing green sea,

while I clutch my coffee cup, sip the purple heat,
feel it fierce as orange claws and listen
for the robin singing in the oak tree,
singing the great golden flood of bird happiness.

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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.

60 thoughts on “Some mornings”

  1. Oh, I am in love with these lines:

    “in the ice blue wind from the east that strips
    the bloody drops of leaves, tosses them into
    the icefloes of the flowing green sea…”

    Something with ice and blue, it’s just fascinating imagery to me. The cold feeling of isolation in these lines, the cunning of the sea… It’s chilling in this stanza, a large contrast to what builds up the final stanza. ❤

  2. I am taken by this connection:
    “the bright spark of the gas flame is
    the one eye open to the world.”
    I have electric stove now (the whole house is electric) but remember those days of the gas burners and see its blue flame in those early mornings.

  3. Beautiful, progresses well. Especially like ‘Beyond the window, trees bare branches
    in the ice blue wind from the east’ — says it all, prophecies of winter too.

  4. I love the colours you have chosen here to describe the sensations of a late Autumn morning, and especially the optimism of the ending : ‘the great golden flood of bird happiness’ Long may they be happy and safe in the sky!

  5. Yeah, I gotta get me some birdsong. We got nothin here but crows now.
    This is outstanding, esp your middle stanza, which is a painting. Nice work, JD.

  6. I love the last stanza – the heat and comfort from the birds. Specially this part, gave me joy:

    singing the great golden flood of bird happiness.

  7. Jane,
    The inside looking outside. I really liked these lines, “the bright spark of the gas flame is
    the one eye open to the world.”
    Stay warm and keep on listening for the birds.

  8. The opening stanza is incredibly haunting! There is something about the “olive green,” that speaks and resonates with my own. 💝

  9. As I read this poem, my attention was taken by action outside the window: leaves dropping, birds hopping among the leafless honeysuckle vines, and a robin with its head cocked, staring in at me, and I thought, Jane, you’ve woven a spell again! I love the opening stanza, it is so familiar and reminds me of my nan’s scullery, and I equally adore the lines:
    ‘Beyond the window, trees bare branches
    in the ice blue wind from the east that strips
    the bloody drops of leaves…’

      1. I was thinking it must be incredibly distracting when you’re reading if every letter is a different colour, or every word, number etc. It would drive me crazy.

      1. When it gets cold like that the fridge shuts down. Sensible really. No, southwest France, and yes we’re on very strict lockdown until forever. Christmas is cancelled.

      2. That’s 8°C btw that’s 46°F 🙂 The house doesn’t have any heating except a wood burner in the study so the rest of the house is barely warmer than outside. We’re lucky the climate is mild!

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