Neither sight nor sound

Neither sight nor sound

No sound from the block
of pale cold beyond the door,
the dense cloud fabric of the fog.

Not even the racing of the stream,
the cry of the owl
pierces this ineluctable winter pall.

No moon in sight, its light diffused in dark silver,
this anger is all, this clenching of the fist,
furious breath steaming with cold.

If I could, I would shift the axis of this world,
and keep all its beating hearts warm
until the morning.


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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 “Neither sight nor sound”

    1. Don’t! I couldn’t stand that. It’s cold here, far colder than it ought to be, but nothing like that.
      Woke up to fog again, and the light’s almost gone now (6pm) and the fog is just as thick. I feel as though we’re in that Steven King story…

      1. It sounds scary!
        Our temperature is going up today–up to 30 now, and 40s overnight, so the snow we’re supposed to get will turn to rain. Maybe we’ll get fog. . .

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