I stuck close to the words the Oracle chose and let her give me this cadralor.


It’s a red day, baying for want of love,
never been held to the breast of the moon,
seen symphonies playing in still water,
or opened arms to a child trudging home.

Time soars with the grace of falcon stoop;
flies, flees like wind and the taste of honey.
The skin of the water heaves over dead men below,
their time over—time for women’s grief.

Did those feet ever walk these woods,
where light falls so soft through leaf-filter?
Only boots now tread, crush, searching for blood
and pleasure in its spilling. Compassion hides its face.

Life begins tiny as dust motes,
raw as east wind keening, strong as a baby’s fist,
clutching a first straw and the memory
of a dream, those trailing clouds of glory.

Sleep through the darkness
filled with the music of the moon,
wake to the sun raining rose water,
lighting your last unhappy shadows.


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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.

13 thoughts on “Time”

  1. A very lyrical cadralor, lovely. It fits the Burne Jones.

    I promise I did not look at yours before I wrote mine, also a cadralor sticking close to her words (mostly). 🙂

    1. Our poems are very similar. The images echo one another though in a different order. Strangely, I didn’t get sailors or the sea, but adapted some of the Oracles words to get there. You also had sailors and the sea…

      1. I’m always surprised at the images we share that weren’t actually in the word list, like the sailors. Make we just make the same associations between words and the Oracle doesn’t have to give us every word we need.

      1. Like your cycles and circles. I imagine if we were to go back far enough, we’d find the same symbols and stories the world over. The same fears and hopes worked out in the same basic ways.

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