April poetry challenge day 3

For Paul Brookes’ challenge, and inspired by an artwork by Jane Cornwell.



The watcher


I watch me watching you
through the prism of a dream,
a prism of tree-filtered light
in a distant forest world.

Run, fleet wild thing,
slip away into the shadows,
trust nothing
that walks on its hind legs.

The only wish I have,
even here
between the is and the perhaps—
be afraid,

though it breaks my heart.

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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.

14 thoughts on “April poetry challenge day 3”

    1. This morning when I went into the veranda, the cats were staring out of the window at a fat pair of wood pigeons pecking around in front of the house. All I did was open an internal door and they flew away. They know.

    1. Last night the fox was fishing on the pond. When it saw my flashlight that meant I was putting the food out it came over, sat at a distance waiting for me to go in, but its reaction was to come closer. That felt nice.

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