April poetry challenge day 8

You can see the inspiration for this poem and read the contributions to the challenge on Paul Brookes’ site here.

Inspired by Jane Cornwell and New York by John Law.

Lost time

In that moment
between the spark and the ignition
the roar that never stops
only increases
in the swirling waters of the inner ear
turbulence with the iridescence of petrol stains

we see the primal night
the cold stars
feel the breath of giant ferns
hear the furtive brush of fur on frond

and in that moment
we touch the core the cradle the maternal cave
and remember.

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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.

18 thoughts on “April poetry challenge day 8”

  1. Wow! Janet, this is brilliant and raise such intense and powerful emotions within me. It’s as if I’m glancing at an epiphany which won’t quite reveal itself!

    1. Thank you! I was trying to capture that moment of early morning in the city, just before the car doors start banging, the trams and buses clanking past, the noise starting up for the day. Once it starts, the memory is lost and we forget that our brash existence is not an inevitability.

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