Blue are the hills that are far away

For the dverse prompt. I might spend some more time on this one.
Photo©DunneJ

Blue are the hills that are far away

Far is the blue in the evening sky,
and loud are the hills with your calling voice,
the sky and the wide open spaces below
are bird-strung and sounding with distant blue.

I remember the sky and the waves of the sea,
pounding the cliffs and the salt white spray,
and the fields with their stone walls, a mesh of hopes,
your voices I hear in the blue of my heart.

Close is the blood that throbs in the ears
and holds in its arms a lover, a child,
the last fire burning, the spire of pearl smoke,
and blue are the hills that are far away.

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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.

43 thoughts on “Blue are the hills that are far away”

  1. This poem is gorgeous–
    “the wide open spaces below
    are bird-strung and sounding with distant blue.”

    Is this where your family is from originally? It’s beautiful!

    1. Thank you! I think I’ll go back to this one and work at it a bit longer.

      Not far off. The other side in Meath, but I have family on the edge of the Wickow Mountains.

      1. It’s wild. I’ve never seen the mountains in such bright sunlight. If you remember the Boorman film Excalibur, it was filmed there. Looks like the tundra in the winter.

  2. Oh, the whole thing is vista-licious, JD; I esp like the (very Yeats-ian) rhythm throughout, but esp the opening line of each stanza! Beautifully rendered. Thanks.

  3. So beautiful and vivid, Jane. I never heard of the proverb either, but I love how it says so much but still is poetic. It just flows perfectly in this poem, and if I read it without context, I would just assume it was part of the piece. 😀 Such beautiful and stunning work, as always.

  4. This is an exquisite poem. The phrase “blue are the hills that are far away” captivates me, and seems to want to take me there!

  5. I enjoyed the rhythm and hand in hand imagery of each line, Jane. Especially:
    Close is the blood that throbs in the ears
    and holds in its arms a lover, a child,
    the last fire burning, the spire of pearl smoke,
    and blue are the hills that are far away. ❤

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