For earthweal. I have gut feelings about the wild and I’m happy to leave them unanalysed. Most analysis of the mind sounds like over-think to me. What’s real is what we can see and touch. I’m with Saint Thomas on that one.
Into the dark
When first we feared the dark
we sought to light with fire
the shadows full of hostile eyes.
Those times are dead, and now
we are the dark, the hostile eyes,
the nature red in tooth and claw.
The night of stars and silver moon
shines in other eyes, a world
of quiet dark and feathered sleep,
furred feet that tread the mystic grass.
We have conquered wild and dark,
tipped the balance of our moonlit fields.
We reign supreme in this, our ashen world,
the only ones to walk the earth
in mortal fear of our own kind.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
very good 👍
xx
oxo
Thank you, Jane, for the beautiful and insightful poem!
Joanna
I’m pleased you like it xx
We fancy we have conquered it at any rate…but the dark knows better. It is ancient and patient. (K)
Everything else accepts the dark for what it is and adapts to it. We fill it with imaginary monsters and perfectly rational fears—of ourselves.
“Now we are the dark, the hostile eyes…..” So sad, so true. Sigh. I LOVE “world
of quiet dark and feathered sleep, furred feet that tread the mystic grass.” Just so beautiful. And that closing line – really hits home, we who are in mortal fear of our own kind. What a sad commentary on our lack of evolution as a species. Sigh. Fantastic writing!
I’m pleased you like it, Sherry. I’m not a spiritual person. I don’t look for meaning in patterns and the stars. Animals don’t need it, and I think that to understand what they understand we need to be maybe a bit less spiritual and a lot more practical. Leave the wild alone and begin to treat our fellow human beings the way animals treat one another.
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Impressive, Jane! Thanks for sharing! xx Michael
I’m pleased you think so 🙂
Great done, Jane! Sorry for my delay. Sometimes i get lost in space. Lol Have a nice day! xx Michael
I’m always pleased that you find your way here. Have a lovely week xx
I love the contrast of eyes you invoke–all the way to fearing the dark in our own kind. I surely do. Is there safety in numbers? Maybe in the shadows where you start this poem?
Thank you xx
It’s hard to trust people the way animals trust their own kind. There’s a lot of malice in humankind, a wish to harm. It’s unnatural.
There is a depth here that speaks to me of the unsaid, even unthought, words that echo through the darkness.
Yes, the unsaid and unseen and unexplained are just below the surface. Maybe too deep for us to see, but I’m sure it’s a question of vision. Life shouldn’t be complicated, but we muddy the waters then say we need shrinks and psychologues to explain everything to us. I can’t believe the truth isn’t there, staring us in the face.
Everything is relative. Sometimes therapy helps and mental health issues are very real for some people.
Yes, of course. There will always be some who need help healing problems of the mind, as well as physical illnesses. There does seem to be a whole industry devoted to explaining how to live to the rest of us, from pseudo-scientists to the self-help gurus of you tube, instagram and publishing. It reminds me of religions that need specialised interpreters to explain God’s intentions to ordinary folk. Life shouldn’t be so complicated.
‘now
we are the dark, the hostile eyes’
You said that right, for sure.
Sad, isn’t it?
Yes!
Thank you!