I’m having email problems and this one obviously didn’t get through to Paul. You can see the art that inspired the poem and read all the other contributions here.
In the middle with you
Inspired by all three art works.
We’re all in the middle of something
all wrapped up in dreams
or bricks and mortar
and the way out to the edge moves
like dream-treacle
like the windy roads
in new housing developments
that swallow people up
who are never seen again.
I watch you sometimes among the trees
clearing or coppicing
the way you look at bark and bramble
the height of the stream
a bird’s nest.
And I’m glad you never decided to take
Acacia Crescent or Honeysuckle Way
Poplar Walk or Lilac Close
but took the briar track with all its thorns
that curls deep and green
because the birds nest there
in the middle.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
What a beautiful metaphor. Amazing read, Jane.
I’m glad you like this one. The images seem to really work together this time. Great selection.
You managed to combine everything very nicely.
So far, the images for each day have seemed to complement one another.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
This is lovely! I love how you combined all of these.
I couldn’t quite work the third one in–probably because you had already done so. 😀
Sorry about your email problems. What a pain!
Thank you! I’m pleased with the way these poems are coming.
Yes it is a pain. I have to look on my phone for mail and I can’t write an email on a telephone! I got repeated stroke problems with my thumbs from the computer so type without using my thumbs at all. With the phone, not using thumbs takes forever to type a one sentence message!
UGH! I hope you’re able to get the email fixed and sorted out. I never do email on my phone because I just don’t want to load up my phone or be bothered with it, if I’m not home (not that that’s the case so often now). 😏
I’d switch to gmail if it was just Outlook, but I can’t access anything that is part of Mac like Safari, the app store or check for updates. There’s a bug in it I’ll have to get sorted.
😔
Stunning imagery, Jane. I loved this poetic observation: “like the windy roads
in new housing developments
that swallow people up
who are never seen again.”
Thank you, Colleen! I’ve heard stories of people not being able to find their own home in some new developments before the street signs and numbers are put up, because all the houses look alike and the streets are laid purposely random to give them a ‘country’ feel.
LOL! I’ve heard stories where that actually happened. Some hubby had a bit to much to drink one night and entered the wrong house. That would be scary!
And since all cars look the same too, or they do here, you couldn’t even say, my house is the one with the yellow whatever outside.
LOL! Right? I just painted the front door green! A deep rich forest green color. 🌲
🙂
Such a tender love poem. (K)
Funny how it came out that way. These prompts go where they want.
They do.