Hot night with owls

Not a piece of prose, but a poem inspired by the dverse prompt line. This is for my youngest fledgling who learned today she has been accepted at the Brussels École Supérieur des ‘Arts de l’Image. Nothing to do with owls, but they insisted.

Hot night with owls

The fragile green has gone again,
sprinkling of rain a hope that died.
The fissures yawn in this tired crust,
crisp and crackled where once flowers grew.

There is nothing I could plant here,
no flower delicate and pale,
in this dry dust where foxes dig,
and overhead the buzzards turn.

Hay still smells sweet at midnight,
yet no peace falls on linnets’ wings,
no fluttering, but soft-voiced owls,
their night-flight spurred with sprung steel claws, `

in moonless heat croon war-cries,
tender as a leopard’s paw.


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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.

10 thoughts on “Hot night with owls”

    1. More all time heat records broken today.
      Thank you! She’s just finished a degree in political science and was very disillusioned with how politics works. Like all five of them, she’s drawn and painted since she was small, but only the fourth one ever went to art school.
      They liked what she prepared for the entrance exam, so we’re hoping she’s found her vocation 🙂

      1. I hope the weather is improving. As you can see, I’m behind on posts and responding!
        Good luck to your daughter!
        It’s good to have a creative outlet whether it’s your main career or not.

      2. Temperatures are gradually dropping. It was only 90°F today and will be round seasonal norms by Sunday.
        We’re so pleased she got in. It was a spur of the moment decision to apply. She had never thought she’s be eligible, but the Belgians are open minded 🙂

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