Night mare

Oracle 2 gave me this (three versions in fact) poem from Kerfe’s random words. There’s no arguing with an oracle. Link to Kerfe’s blog. WP won’t let me tag.

Night mare

A slender light stitches the night-field
with far-flung stars, and this meadow
with bright shadows,

the nodding rod
where the red rose hangs,

and the listening air
steams with the breath of the horse,
nostrils flaring in the cold,
longing to make the leap
between the stars.


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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.

9 thoughts on “Night mare”

  1. I love the word play, and that final image especially.

    Thank you for the reminder that I did not respond to Oracle 2 this week–I don’t want to get on her bad side. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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