This was the Oracle’s idea of a cadralor. Not a true one as there isn’t enough divergence in the stanzas, so I haven’t set it out as one. The Oracle knows what she wants to say. I just write it down.


Sleep has fled again
and I hear the wind among the leaves;
the purple-haired moon moans
in the tree-shadows.

I cried when the day ended
in a symphony of clouds and pigeons
breasting the ocean sky;
summer is too brief to fade so soon.

There is honey in the storm-light
sweet and dark
and blood in its thick warm voice;
menace or promise?

Screams in the night,
owls hunting
and the pounding of waves on the strand.
Thereโ€™ll be no ship for me this night.

Wind blows away the morning mist
but no sun shines.
The sweetness of the day is you,
still here, though the tide has turned.

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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.

35 thoughts on “Elusive”

      1. You stopped popping up in my reader so I have searched you out and am glad to have caught you like a grasshopper in my net. ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜˜

      2. Ha ha! I’ve stopped getting any notifications at all. I have email and computer problems and nothing works properly. I’m feeling more and more isolated here.

      1. I will definitely get around to it. I’ve been trying to get through to the end of my year of micropoems first… I’m currently midway through November.


      2. for this particular project, since each poem has to fit into a Tweet, I’ve gravitated towards micropoetry… currently working on a set of seven badger’s hexastitches… the first one is up on my blog, but it’ll only go up on Twitter in mid- to late November…

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