Times I remember

I don’t know why the Oracle gave me this from just the first page of words. It’s sad, and I think I’ll come back later to see if she has cheered up a bit.

Times I remember

I remember, I recall,
a soft and gentle time,
when we walked beneath a limpid sky,
and nights were lit
by moon and stars.

I remember when the clouds where white,
and pink at end and break of day,
the stream ran loud between the trees,
and I could speak to stones
and understand the blackbird’s tongue.

Sleep was still a painted pageant,
loud as any stream,
bright as blackbirds singing in the hedge,
before the storm ate up the sky,
before you came, before you left.

Then all the birds fell silent,
stones rattled in the stream,
dreams fluttered into dusk
like frightened autumn leaves,
and the coloured pageants died.


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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.

30 thoughts on “Times I remember”

    1. I hope you’re right, Michael (and feeling better). The worries are so heavy and so close. The prospect of more rising temperatures next week when we haven’t had a cooling off period in-between, nor any rain, is tiring and frightening.

      1. We can’t stop it, I think most scientists agree about that, but we can slow it down and attenuate the effects. But only if everyone does their bit, and most people won’t. Nothing.

      1. It’s probably because we see most things the same way. Can you imagine getting on with someone who always grabs ‘sausage’ ‘enormous’ ‘butt’ and ‘lather’?

    1. Thank you, Marie. You’re right, I intended the poem to be read as a personal loss as well as a general one.
      I’m sorry though that was the reason you interpreted the poem that way.

  1. This is a beautiful poem Jane. Your ink frows from a well so deep, it kisses the core of mind, where the universe stores knowledge, art and beauty.

    1. That’s a lovely compliment, thank you! Knowledge does come from a well, it’s a favourite theme with me. Not everyone gets to taste it. You have to know how to ask.

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