For dverse


There’s a stream runs into the river,
With spangles of dapple quicksilver,
Where willow-wands trembling shiver,
Beneath the frosty moon.

There I watch the dimming of sunlight,
The sparkle-speckle of star-bright,
Leave my shoes in a pool of midnight,
Listen to fierce owls croon.

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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.

61 thoughts on “Shiver”

  1. Owls are indeed fierce predators with scary talons and a silent approach, but their call–as you’ve noted–is gentle and lulling and they look astonished, like disoriented guests who might wear bow ties and sweater vests!

  2. Musicality to the Nth degree! I read it, loved it, & read it aloud to My Beloved Sandra who had the same blown away reaction I did. Congrats! Awesome work.

  3. I want to go there, to this place you have created with words.
    What luscious language, “Where willow-wands trembling shiver”
    and “The sparkle-speckle of star-bright”

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