This evening

This evening

This evening, the frogs are singing
beneath a strange sky, indigo and rose,
and the air is balmy.

Sea-rolling to frog shanties and balmy
winds, evening falls to almost night, singing
low, blowing the dark blue scents of rose.

Here there be frog and rose
in indigo gardens, attar and musk, on balmy
nights when the heat is singing,

and the balmy sky bends down, sweet rose-singing.


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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.

12 thoughts on “This evening”

    1. The sky looked really strange. Suddenly bright three hours or so after sunset.
      Thank you 🙂 It started off as an unstructured poem but the repeats decided me to order it like this. Yes, it is like an incantation!

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