World wakes

World wakes, slow and soft
as rain falling through the still grey.
Sleep never came;
the sound of wind and rain drumming
turned the wheel of the night,
and in the lulls, nightingales tried,
crickets,
to fill the gaps in the tune.
Dark soft sleep never came,
though grey dawn
and the gentle drumming came,
growing lighter with the light,
paler than sleep,
with the rising song of blackbirds
and dripping eaves.
Sleep never came,
but the light broke in softness,
and through the opened shutters
paleness of pink and white waved,
green-grey meadow grass glittered,
moon and mist-silver,
and the long night fled.

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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.

28 thoughts on “World wakes”

    1. I wouldn’t be surprised. I hurt my neck over a week ago and I didn’t take a painkiller last night. Just lay awake in pain ALL night. I know there’s no point taking a tablet once the insomnia’s set in. It never works. Strange though that the rain looked so soothing at first light.

      1. About 110kms. It’s not too far. A lot closer than I was to my parents’ when I had my babies. Having sold the big house in town three years ago just to make them all finally leave the nest, we’re planning on getting a place where we can put them all up. This little shack is picturesque in its way, but there’s no accommodation. More projects…

      2. It’s tough for kids too not to have that link with their roots. Mine lost all their grandparents before they even knew them. They’ve grown up in a strange cultural zone of stories but with only themselves to put in them. We make an ethnic entity of our own 🙂

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