In this pale gold heat
and silence of birdsong
of wind in the long grass

would we ever know
that a shadow effaces
a tiny piece of the sun?

Chaffinch chirrups
the oriole asks
the same questions as always

and the redstart dips
in and out of the barn
feeding hungry mouths.

Here and now
only these moments of pain or joy
touch the deep chords
sounding the conch shell
of the 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.

18 thoughts on “Eclipse”

      1. Funny how the same words mean different things. Men used to hold their trousers up with braces; you put them on your teeth 🙂 And pants are underwear…

      2. It might be that old usages of some words linger in American English where we have continued to be influenced by European words entering the language.

      3. Perhaps. Or American English gets influences from other things, too. Like I think I’ve read our word cookie comes from a Dutch word.

    1. I’ve just seen your poem. I can imagine the birds would have noticed the eclipse where you are. It was so tiny here nobody seemed to notice, not even the birds.

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