Looking for what lies behind

Looking for what lies behind

This is how the aching starts,
when fingers pry apart the pieces and the music shatters.
I trudge through the muddy gaps between
looking for you, poles apart.

Drunk on spring air
the wind filling the trees with light
leaf-flutter and the spread wings of the winter survivors,
I shake off the ash of a hundred fires.

Rain we have had running in rills
rivulets and rivers to the sea.
Even the earth sighs with the spongy sound of it
punching holes in bedrock.

Dreams are like a lost language
painting pictures for the blind
their voices never cry out into waking
their tongues tied in rainbows.

Mist is your friend, you say, fills your hands with diamonds
but I long for a clear sky. Only pull back the veil
and you’ll see the budding meadow at your feet
the purple and gold in the sky.

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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.

4 thoughts on “Looking for what lies behind”

  1. I haven’t read Kerfe’s yet, but we do have the same general message, and many of the same words. We both have aches, dreams, and music. I almost used rainbow, but it didn’t work–obviously because you used it. 😏

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