The poem I submitted to Paul Brookes’ blog for the fifth day of the 30 Days Wild challenge.


This life that surrounds,
enfolds in its arms,
cradles the child, all,
a nest, a burrow,

this sky that over-arches,
the mother bending to smile;
to shield,

these strong arms,
tree trunks that hold up the sky,
roots that weave the carpet
beneath our tread,

water running in sweet veins,
lying still in mirror lakes,
fruitful seas billowed
and dancing with silver,

this world of earth, sea
and sky is all,
cradle and grave, arms, lungs
and the one beating heart.


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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.

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