nature framed by Paul Brookes
On taking life, or not
There is wanting to take, to master, own,
down to the last tick of the heart,
to still the pulse of the blood,
to be the god of death.
There is wanting to claim an image,
to have, hold a proof that I saw,
I was there at that instant,
seized it like a trapeze artist.
And there is the intimate capture
in the flicker of the eye, a glimpse,
certain sure, then gone, saved in memory, vivid.
The knowing that it was there, just once, just for me.
Jane Dougherty
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Jane Dougherty
lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.
